||[May. 19th, 2007|09:54 am]
Home. Home, home, home, home, home!!! I won't be here long, of course, but that makes the visit twice as sweet. Nine more days. Long enough to visit my favorite places, see old friends, eat meals with the family and perhaps create a story or two before heading off to the Big adventure of the summer.
Barakel. It's farther north than I originally thought, though at this point a couple hundred miles doesn't really count for much. The only practical way to get there is by plane, which means my prayer life is in for an energy boost. We, the other counselors and I, get there early because the training session is two weeks long. Two weeks!! What could there possibly be to learn that will take two weeks to drill through our heads? Actually, I think I might know, and the thought has me shying away from any further contemplation. Curse Joan. Yes, she's useful, but in situations like these she becomes a liability.
I am looking forward to it, truly. In the way that one might approach a large, dark door leading to a place that has every probability, but no promise, of being wonderful and filled with light, so do I look forward to this summer. It's not fear, per se, just caution.
He misses me. Dear lord. How does one react to such a thing? I'm not sure that I remember. Having only just recently recalled the stability that comes before all of this...No matter. There are three months and many, many adventures to discover before having to sort out anything like this again.
What shall we do today? Let's enjoy the sunshine. Run through the fields, perhaps. Swing across the little rain-driven ravine and back again. After all, this is Halifax. E'en be I the only one to say it, it's good to be home.