10-06-10

My study spot is the one table just outside the library.  Someone’s playing the piano in another room.  It’s a waltz.  I leave the table to see who’s playing.  It’s Marilyn.  I head back to my table, thinking about how I want to start playing again.  I see Sister Ohman; she’s crying.  We stop and she speaks of tender, sacred moments.  We embrace.

And now--(when is now?)

Now I’m having a tender moment listening.  Listening to the music, the voices, the steps of friends and faculty, and the water splashing from the big fountain on the next floor down.  I’m happy just to be, to feel, to hear, to see, to dance, to close my eyes—to feel the spirit around me and know that God is. 

This is sacred.