Here I am blogging about another day here at the cottage. Weather (fog and rain) sunrise (none), early rising (5:15), writing (lots), reading (ditto), praying (ditto), knitting (not yet) jigsaw puzzle (finished New England Lighthouses, started Benozzo Gozzoli’s The Procession of the Magi), walking (none, raining), food (coffee, sticky bun, oatmeal, tomato red pepper soup, avocado on rice cakes), nap (always). That’s it so far, with more of the same until bedtime at 9:15. Only addition, food (apple, spaghetti and meatballs, more broccoli, banana).
There’s a monastic saying that goes something like this: stay in your cell and you cell will teach you everything you need to know. Well, I’ve stayed put in this cell of a cottage. I haven’t been in the car since I arrived Sunday afternoon, and I won’t drive anywhere until I go home tomorrow after lunch. I called a friend yesterday, but other than that, it’s been silent; no human voices, no music, no TV. What a colossal ruse, however, that I’ll learn everything I need to know. Nevertheless, this silence, solitude and simplicity seems to be teaching me something.
There’s a monastic saying that goes something like this: stay in your cell and you cell will teach you everything you need to know. Well, I’ve stayed put in this cell of a cottage. I haven’t been in the car since I arrived Sunday afternoon, and I won’t drive anywhere until I go home tomorrow after lunch. I called a friend yesterday, but other than that, it’s been silent; no human voices, no music, no TV. What a colossal ruse, however, that I’ll learn everything I need to know. Nevertheless, this silence, solitude and simplicity seems to be teaching me something.