Tonight is a good, good night.
FBC is home for Chirstmas break. Seven final exams are behind her and she now has four whole weeks to relax. She's a happy nineteen year old and we love having her home.
My colleague is preaching this Sunday, which has made this a great week to look ahead and catch up, too. My in/out box is empty and pristine. I'm getting to visit folks who are not urgently ill. For tonight, life has a very nice, calm pace.
FBC, SBC and DH are all at choir practice, leaving me with 90 minutes to do as I please. I'm choosing to spend this time cleaning my desk, polishing the surfaces, tidying the knick-knacks, burning a gingerbread candle and enjoy an hour and a half of blissful quiet. I think this is peace.
In Sharing Silence, my favorite author du jour Gunilla Norris writes,
"A room devoted to silence honors and invites the unknown, the untamed, the wild, the shy, the unfathomable---that which rarely has a chance to surface within us."
I think I'll clean some more tomorrow...