I sat outside in the sparkling rain-washed morning with a cup of coffee today and thought, “The only real birthday prayer must be ‘Thank You’. There can be no other response. No other words are necessary.” I have had a full year of re-mission. More than 365 days of steady improvement, regaining strength, increased activity, normal test results. What a blessing! I try to remember each day to be grateful, to not take a single moment for granted. Birthdays are a special opportunity to remember to rejoice in life, no matter the challenges that are presented. And so I breathed out and breathed in. “Thank You!”
Archive for September, 2009
I was blessed with a trip to Boston for a committee meeting last Wed. to Sunday. It was my first visit to “Beantown” and so many other “firsts” as well. I met my grandniece, Gracie, for the first time and stayed with my nephew Tom and his wife Karina and their oldest daughter Enya Wed. night and Thurs. They live in Cambridge and Karina toured me through the Harvard area on Thurs. morning before we went to the park to celebrate Enya’s fourth birthday with her playmates. We took the bus and train downtown to meet Tom after work before my rendezvous at the Boston Commons with my Sister of Charity pals for the meeting.
“Meeting” is a nice excuse for spending time with wonderful Sisters and friends! We had several surfside meals and saw the Boston area from the perspective of a hometown girl. I was mesmerized by the water: first the spectacular view of the ocean landing at Logan airport, then the famous Charles River, then the Boston Harbor, and all the beaches!
Best of all, on Sunday after our meeting Maryanne drove us to the Eastern Point Jesuit Retreat House in Gloucester. It was a sparkling cool morning when we arrived. The harbor was filled with boats, including schooners for a race. For years I have heard of this retreat house with its incredible oceanfront setting. It was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined. We spent time on the rocks watching the waves and the beginning of the schooner race.
Retreatants were scattered around the yard on Adirondack chairs and all over the rocks. Both in the house and outdoors there was a deep peaceful quiet. We hated to leave but agreed that this would definitely make it onto our “bucket lists”! (If you haven’t seen the movie, Bucket List, with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nickelson- be sure to check it out!)
We had lunch in lovely Rockport, an artist colony just north of Gloucester on Cape Ann before heading back to Boston and the airport.
On the plane ride home I gave thanks for all I had seen, for the gracious hospitality I had received from so many, and for the miracle of travel today that allows us to be at seaside in the morning and back at home in the desert at night. What a wonder!