on doing nothing - Wednesday November 7 Day 159

Fr Thomas Keating died on my birthday. I listened to one of the last talks he gave.

and recorded this

La B went off to work at 4:30am and won't be back until 8 this evening, so I have a day home alone, and plenty to do. Last night I bought another train ticket - she’s not working tomorrow and it seemed silly not to spend a last day together, but instead, just to sit on a train, so I'm going back to Bonnevaux on Friday. Not sure B was that bothered, and I'm a little afraid I'm overstaying my welcome - not afraid, just suspect that I might be - and that this was an act of will, my ego. But, in a sense, so what? Just do it, and let whatever happens, happen.  

Comments