8:45 a.m.: I actually began last night with a stack of books that I put on my desk:
- Sabbaths by Wendell Berry
- Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott
- Sailing Alone Toward the World: New and Selected Poems by Billy Collins
- Tricky Business by Dave Barry
- No Use Dying Over Spilled Milk by Tamar Myers
- The Secret Pulse of Time: Making Sense of Life’s Scarcest Commodity by Stefan Klein
- 180 More: Extraordinary Poems for Everyday, edited by Billy Collins
- The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross, translated by Kieran Kavanaugh, O.C.D. and Otilio Rodriguez, O.C.D.
This morning, I began with the last book mentioned and read the introduction to The Spiritual Canticle over a bowl of Raisin Bran and apple jalapeno pie, the pie I purchased after my wife and I were “stimulated” yesterday, before realizing this is Sunday. I then decided to read the reading for today’s Mass: Exodus 34:4b-6,8-9, 2 Corinthians 13:11-13 and John 3:16-18. What better way to begin a Sunday than with the Word of God?
9:15 a.m.-10:15 a.m. For an hour I meditate on the readings as I move from the kitchen table to the couch, where I try not to fall asleep, and with God’s grace, I don’t fall asleep. (Later, I will post a new entry on my Journeying with St. Ignatius (and St. John of the Cross) blog about this, but for now, I need to get ready for Mass at 11 a.m.)