nearing the end of my second day in virginia, and the fullness of life here is nearly overwhelming, but in a life-giving way. it is a strange place, a wood-between-the-worlds place. i have been observing to several friends that it feels a bit monastic, if monks were to eat in noisy cafeterias. maybe modern monks, in fact, do so, a thought which is quite disillusioning and does not bear thought. regardless, the starkness of the rooms seems to direct one’s attention upward, and outward. to the light. the sky, so dark and free from any hint of the city of a night.
the sense of calm and quiet has begun to reach my mind, slowing it and clarifying some of these last few tangled months. I have silent time to read and contemplate in excess.
“In love he predestined us for adoption… according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace…”