It's been a beautiful warm and sunny day. The first week of September has provided splendid weather - much better than the entire summer. A cacophony of shrills greet me after work. The cedar waxwings are back, feasting on the berries of the ash tree next door and our hedge.
The Teen Man-Child and I feast on a supper of cold ham, sweet potatoes and a tossed salad. I eat slowly, clean up the dishes and then head out the door for an evening walk.
"Buffy", my iPod, plays the melodious strains of J. Phillip Newell's, "
Sounds of the Eternal" as I head down towards the cemetery. Once there, I sit at my favorite spot, the small wooden plank between two trees that overlooks the bay and Doghead mountain. The wind is rustling through tree leaves and there's a haze
covering the town across the bay. The air is scented with that woodsy, damp leafy smell that signals autumn is around the corner.
I listen. I pray. I read from Caitlin Matthew's "
Celtic Devotional". I stare out over the bay and watch leaves fall from the trees.
Audio Divinia. Lectio Divinia. Visio Divinia. Sensory Divinia?
Returning home I shower, light a candle and settle down to write. Another Tuesday evening slips away.
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Another Tuesday Evening