I hung up my priestly things and came home after a week's retreat.
Inside the door, I said my hellos, reached into the closet and put on my practice robe.
I said, "This is no reflection on you, but this is what I must do."
He said, "I know. So I did a little bit and then left the rest for you."
I sorted the laundry to calm the eye.
Ran the vacuum to clear the mind.
Mopped the kitchen free of stubborn stickiness.
Freshened the fish tank. Changed the towels. Emptied the trash.
Tomorrow I think I'll clean out the rain gutters.
I know my place.
I know the way.
I am home and happy.
Having the good life is simple when you practice the one you have.