I understand there’s an Ignatian practice of reviewing the day, as though sitting there with God and watching the day unfold in retrospect, I try to do this and am just struck by the comic extremes of city life, and my sense of lostness and exhaustion, but hey, I’d love to hear a little about other people’s days.
today I met an organic food seller who tried to persuade me to buy a joint of pork, it looked good, but when could I cook? Then at work a women tried to ask me for a leaflet on depression, I tried and tried to get someone to find me one to give her, I tried to make sense of the discordant laughter of the staff and desperation of the patients. Into the evening my faith slipped, as I looked with fear and rage at the dreams slipping through my fingers. I phoned my folks as Mum has been unwell, Dad was stressed as she’d been ranting and raving at him - ‘Mum, please don’t have a go at Dad!’, ‘Oh darling, I’ve got to go, …..’ she hates people not being completely on her side. As I wobbled through despair and frustration I tried to read the Sacred Space page - ‘Teach me to slow down, to be still and enjoy the pleasures created for me.’ enough energy left just to eat some tea - and celebrate the flavour.
just wondering how other people’s days have been
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