I’m writing this post hot on the heels of the last one. I’m writing it from the back seat of our car on the way to the Monastery I visited two weeks ago and am visiting again this weekend, but this time with Roby and Abby. Roby’s been grumpy this whole car ride, she was hungry, so we gave her milk. Now she’s tired, but despite the repetition of Bluey, she seems unwilling to nap.

I’m sure she’ll fall asleep soon, three hours is a long time to be listening to Bluey.

I have no plans for this visit. Last time there were some short classes and many conversations. This time I’m determined to be at a remove from the group. They’re on a women’s retreat and my presence might prevent the honesty that was the loveliest part of my trip.

And there we are, one paragraph later, sleeping, or near enough to it to write this sentence about her and what she’s doing in the seat next to me.

We’re going to spend a lot of time together this weekend. We’ll go on walks, see some puppies, talk with monks, sit in their big library, sit in their little chapel, and stand in their big one. This will be Abby and my second time taking communion, and it’ll be in a different place than the church we’ve joined. There’s something nice about that, and something a little sad too. We won’t be visiting another church for a while, anyways.  
Maybe I’ll write a second post tonight, a double feature after Vespers.