Rows of kids it is the all school mass. My granddaughter Many Hats is doing the readings today and has invited me. So many kids the church is nearly full. There is a row with boys in red sweat jackets and one of them keeps turning to look at me and the people in my vicinity.
As I sit there I begin to remember how comforted I feel here. I have been attending a different church and this feel so like coming home. As I inhale that special scent Roman churches have. A smell that takes me to baptisms, weddings, funerals. To my first communion and my sister’s wedding. To mom’s funeral and Mark’s baptism. A feeling begins to ebb in. I want to stay here a while even though I am due back at work in an hour. All that history in a scent how magical is that?
But eventually I drag myself away and head for the Aspen Coffee shop. The teachers need a treat and so do I. Originally I planned on getting doughnuts but I remember that Aspen has Mill bread. So I get a loaf of California Raisin that turns out to be wonderful. I get a cranberry orange muffin and a dark roast. As I sip the coffee seated on a high stool I look out at the parking lot and watch an older woman enter the library branch. It is a gray morning with glimpses of sun. Could snow. I think of next month and how I can stay then. There will be no job to get back for. I can stay all day if I want. But that is next month and this is now. It is warm and pleasant here but I must move on and head back to work.
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4 comments:
Ya, I know what you mean.
When Brian was in the hospital,
across the street at church the
priest was just as helpful and
knowing as our parish priest.
I felt less alone...good post!
Which Gordon might you be? Phyllis? Glad you liked it. Did you have any trouble posting.
What you told me to do worked and I had no trouble...trying to anonymous here.
Glad you enjoyed yourself at the church. Perhaps as life goes on you will discover more of these life's simple pleasures. :)
Its a pity I can't go to the states anymore. I am always a little child, in my parents' and grandparents' perspective. What a pity!
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