After a flurry of entries (mostly written on the flight to and from Baltimore for Tofu-rkey Day), I haven't posted in a number of days because I have been preparing for and acting in a play at church. My monologue was only around eight minutes, and we only had three performances; however, the activity of practicing and performing consumed most of my extra focus and intentionality. As a result, I did little contemplation, keeping of the hours, or reading.
I'm glad I did the play -- and a regular practice of contemplation probably helped with the active week of the play in ways that are difficult to identify -- but I am also glad that the play is over, Advent has arrived, and I have returned to a regular contemplative discipline. I'm also glad that I didn't forced myself to maintain all my spiritual practices on top of work for the play since doing so feels like it would have been unnecessary and, more importantly, un-graceful.
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There's a time to contemplate. There's a time to don transvestite gear for a church nativity play. Running is becoming a spiritual practice for me. These days, it's the ONLY time I have for myself. Today the times when I truly practice the presence of God are when I'm looping across the track, listening to the children, lighting Shabbat candles and cooking lazily. Your post reminds me that I've been neglecting cooking too much.
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