As some of you may have noticed, I am currently on vacation in Arizona with P. He is here on business; I am here on business and pleasure. (P and I make sure to keep business and pleasure expenses separate; I assure you it’s all quite ethical.)
You see, I have been called to embark on a journey to discover “spiritual whitespace,” a concept on which author Bonnie Gray elaborates beautifully in her book, Finding Spiritual Whitespace. So when I say “I am here on business,” I mean I am here on spiritual business taking time to rest my soul.
In the coming weeks, I will be reading Bonnie’s work of art, her story of how she discovered spiritual whitespace. I will also be writing posts about my journey to find spiritual whitespace, and posts on the book itself. I hope you will follow along and that you will be encouraged to seek spiritual whitespace for yourself.
Note: please visit Bonnie Gray at FaithBarista.com and click on the badge above to read others’ posts on spiritual whitespace. This post is written in affiliation with the book, Finding Spiritual Whitespace.
Last week I traveled to the Annapolis area to see my grandmother, spend time with family, and celebrate the grand opening of a housing project which includes a community center named in honor of my late grandfather. The weather was perfect, the quality time with family was priceless, and there was lots of crab consumed. It was wonderful to see that side of the family together and honor an amazing man.
Grandmother and the Lieutenant Governor of Maryland cutting the ribbon
My grandmother and me posing with a photo of my late grandfather
The US Naval Academy and the Maryland State House across the Severn River
I always love visiting Annapolis–the historic downtown and the U.S. Naval Academy. (Growing up, USNA was my “dream school.” I received a congressional nomination but was waitlisted.) This town is truly one of my favorites. Annapolis has always held such a special place in my heart, and now, even more so.
PS: While traveling, I have been working on more knitting projects, which I hope to share with you all soon!
P and I traveled to Houston for Easter weekend to spend time with my family. It was so nice to get out of town for a few days and enjoy warmer weather. Traveling is always exciting, but it always seems to bring me a bit of anxiety. Lately with my increased bouts of pain and panic attacks, I have not been wanting to get out of my comfort zone all that much. Despite the fact that we were going to visit my family (and I was super thrilled!), I still worried. And felt anxious. And panicked. We had to board Theodore, which I really dislike doing. He does not do well at the vet–so much so that the vet has prescribed him a sedative to administer before vet appointments. Anxious kitty equals anxious kitty mom. Fortunately, P kindly dropped Theo off so I would not have to deal with the emotion (read: have my heart broken upon leaving Theo at the front desk). Rationally, I know something like this should not upset me as much as it does; Theo has boarded with the vet several times before and always survives just fine. Anyway, I digress…
While we were in Houston, I enjoyed a little shopping with my mom, lots of quality time with my brothers and dad, and I got to see P relax like he has not been able to in quite a while. It was glorious. I even got to spend time with and get a massage from my friend and favorite massage therapist!
Easter Sunday was beautiful: the weather, the company, the Mass. Mom and I had some devotional time. Sadly, I had a pretty bad panic attack toward the end of brunch. My body was telling me it needed rest. I was able to enjoy a delicious home cooked dinner with my family after napping for a while and getting through the exhaustion caused by the attack.
I am so grateful P and I were able to spend this time in Houston with family. Our next visit will be in just one month, as the twins graduate from high school. Unbelievable!
My childhood sanctuary.
Mom and I enjoying a meal al fresco on Good Friday.
Lately I have been feeling more inclined to listen and read words than to write or speak. It’s been an interesting experience. I have thought of several blog post topics, and barely begin writing before saving the draft and moving onto something else.
P and I are currently in Houston with my family, whom I miss tremendously. So, instead of speaking, I am learning to listen to their stories, to be present in the moment, to really take it all in.
I have been reading Scripture in preparation for Easter, and trying to listen closely to God through the written Word.
My short break from writing on the blog will end soon, but while I am in Houston with some of my most beloved people, I will be devoting my time and attention to simply listening.
A beautiful and blessed Easter to all.
It is currently snowing here in Chicago. Yes, you read that correctly: snowing. And not just tiny flurries, but decently-sized snowflakes.
Good thing I had another nerve block injection this morning and must rest for 24 hours because, believe you me, this frozen white powdery stuff falling from the sky (I am actually considering banning the word “snow” from my vocabulary) is making me want to curl up under a blanket with a hot cup of tea and a book…until July.
Fortunately, as of now we are planning to jet off to Houston for the latter half of Holy Week, so hopefully we will get a true taste of spring soon.