I am now home, and enjoying every minute. I have spent the last seven days “on retreat” in one form or another. Wednesday through Sunday I was staffing Houston Presbyterian Cursillo #45; and since Monday I was with 50 or so other pastors of the presbytery “relaxing” … although, as presbytery staff, I still have to work when I’m there … I have to admit, I loved the laughter, the talks, the massage, and the coloring.
As an introvert who has learned to behave appropriately extroverted, though, home is the best retreat for me. It’s quiet … it’s comfortable … and it’s safe. There are things here, memories here, that bring me great joy. I can just sit in the backyard … or play the piano … or well, do absolutely nothing. I’m really glad to be home for awhile ..
The first, and most treasured, of the artwork we bought on the cruise arrived late last week … tonight we’re going to rearrange some furniture so we have a place to hang it in the living room. It’s much bigger than I remembered … or our house is much smaller than I remembered … anyway, it will look good.
My friend suggested that when all of the art has arrived and has been hung, we should have a “viewing” … complete with wine, cheese, and hot tub. I like that idea.