Over the last couple of days I traveled up to the Monterey area and the peninsula in the San Francisco Bay Area with one of the monks from here for a couple of doctor's appointments. We stayed overnight in the Bay Area. I got to go back to Casa de Clara, that is, the San Jose Catholic Worker House, where I lived and worked in the latter half of last year. I so enjoyed spending time with my friends, the Catholic Workers and the guests to whom they minister, there. That night I visited, one of the women who used to live there as a guest, who since has moved out into her own place, was celebrating one year being clean from drugs and sober from alcohol. In joyous commemoration of her recovery, we celebrated with a barbeque in the back yard.
Yesterday, on the way back to the hermitage, my traveling companion the monk and I stopped in Carmel for malted milkshakes. As we sat on a bench outside enjoying our malts, some men we had never met were walking past us. One of them greeted us.
"Hi, guys."
"Hello," I responded.
"Does it get any better than this?" he asked.
"No, it doesn't," I replied.
"You're right: it doesn't get better than this," he agreed.
"I like his attitude," I later shared with the monk sitting next to me.
"Me too."
We shape our experience. Heaven can be right now if we want it to be.
Yesterday, on the way back to the hermitage, my traveling companion the monk and I stopped in Carmel for malted milkshakes. As we sat on a bench outside enjoying our malts, some men we had never met were walking past us. One of them greeted us.
"Hi, guys."
"Hello," I responded.
"Does it get any better than this?" he asked.
"No, it doesn't," I replied.
"You're right: it doesn't get better than this," he agreed.
"I like his attitude," I later shared with the monk sitting next to me.
"Me too."
We shape our experience. Heaven can be right now if we want it to be.
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