Virtual Residency Day Thirty-One, The Day After

I wnet thru the motions of my life today like a sleepwalker, exhausted from the two concert events this week and numbed by the news accounts of wars and murmurs of wars.

At church, where I sang this morning, The pastor spoke of how we must reach out past our comfort zones and talk to the Other, who is different than ourselves. If only we could wish that willingness on the world. I wanted to stay and socialize but I had promised an elderly gentleman that I would drive him home and, tho dead on my feet, wanted to go home to my elderly lady, my old doberman.

Together, my dog and I walked thru the garden picking late summer berries under the clearest Maine blue skies you could imagine, as I considered what I had learned of India, Italy and Korea so far and how much I still do not know.

It will take me a day or two to bring my mind back to the "go" position. Meanwhile, there is still quite a lot of follow up to be done.