week 34/25

World Book Lovers Day

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I’m having surgery next week. This is the list of books added to my Kindle for Recovery Reading:

  1. The Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England by Brock Clark
  2. 100 Places to See After You Die by Ken Jennings
  3. War by Bob Woodward
  4. Lieutenant Nun: The True Story of a Cross-Dressing, Transatlantic Adventurer who Escaped from a Spanish Convent in 1599 and Lived as a Man – Gambling, Duels, and Leading Soldiers into Battle by Catalina De Erauso
  5. Black Elk: The Life of an American Visionary by Joe Jackson
  6. How We Learn to Be Brave by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde
  7. The Jesuit Relations: Natives and Missionaries in Seventeenth-Century North America Edited by Allan Greer

As a bonus treat, I discovered this in my emails, and plan to visit the next time I am in Montreal:

Cafe Three Pines – Inspired by the bistro in Penny’s Three Pines novels, their cafe is a haven for book lovers, croissant seekers, and anyone in need of a quiet moment. They can be found at 51 Chemin Lakeside, Knowlton Quebec J0E 1V0 and on Instagram! They are open Tuesday to Sunday, 9am to 5pm.

Friday Food – Saturdays are for Ice Cream Sundaes

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Last weekend I went on retreat. The spiritual companionship of a weekend retreat is soothing. It is inspiring, it is motivating, and in this case it’s non-routine routine is comforting.

Lunch is usually soup and salad bar with ices or ice cream sandwiches for dessert.

Saturday’s dinner is something wonderful (last week was onion chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and garlic knots) and dessert is ice cream sundaes.

Always.

Vanilla ice cream. Chocolate or caramel sauce. Whipped cream. Sprinkles – rainbow or chocolate. And cherries. (Last week there was also strawberries.)

I want all the cherries, and the woman who scoops the ice cream knows this about me, so I get “all” the cherries. (Not really, obviously, but more than one or two.)

I save them for last, and then I savor them.

I savor the cherries.

And then, Saturday night concludes, often with mass, sometimes with quiet fellowship. And then, we get ready to rejoin our regular lives.

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August Inspired

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As I was walking into my house a couple of days ago, my eye caught this feather sticking out of the grass. I can’t imagine what kind of bird it came from; I’ve never seen those colors around here before, but I really thought it was beautiful.

I stopped to take a picture.

I’ve always been told not to pick up feathers because they’re often dirty – the feathers are shed when the bird defecates, so I left it there, figuring that maybe another bird will collect it to feather their nest.

When I went out the next morning, it was still there.

I decided that I should take it after all. I picked it up with a napkin, and when I got to work washed it off, and let it dry on my desk.

I’m going to add it to my new journal as part of my new project of “gathering the fragments” that came up during my recent retreat.

It is my first fragment.

Be inspired.