Yesterday afternoon I arrived for the night. She and her husband and I, well, I found it a absolutely wonderful exhilarating evening over a pasta dinner.
Stay longer. They reiterated it.
I recounted how I finally understand why Mother Teresa would never eat. Any place but at one of her orders. Even if she had been talking at a banquet, for example.
It is a largely fun, stimulating struggle, to keep the soul in charge. But the head and the flesh are relentless. Given the slightest opening, the slightest encouragement, they begin stealing attention. And I do not prefer it when they have attention.
As I departed our dinner, she said, now I hope you don't do a Mother Teresa and sleep on the floor. I had already mention that was likely. It is so odd, but the thought of spoiling all those sheets and creating all that work. Is so distasteful to me. It was a very pleasant vacation on the floor to have plenty of room to sprawl. , a solid floor, a safe quiet space, in such a beautiful area. With such nice friends..