contemplativeI got up this morning around 7:15 AM. When I got up I found my wife reading her Bible in the living room. I made oatmeal for us for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal at the dining room table reading St. John of the Cross. I had last night an intense spiritual dream wherein I was repeating over and over a stanza in the poem "The Spiritual Canticle" "I went out calling You, and You were gone".
I read for devotions this morning from these two books-
"The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross" translated by Kieran Kavanaugh & Otilio Rodriguez
"Light On The Mountain: Greek Patristic and Byzantine Homilies on the Transfiguration of the Lord" Translated By Brian E. Daley, S.J.
I volunteered at the Herrick District Public Library used books store today The Book Nook from 10 o'clock AM till 1 o'clock PM. The book nook today was super quiet so I read and wandered the store till my replacement came.
I brought home from the book nook these two books to ADD to our library-
"Hag-Seed: The Tempest Retold" fiction by Margaret Atwood
"Midnight at the Pera Palace: The Birth of Modern Istanbul" by Charles King
While at the Book Nook I read when not wandering the store from a book titled, "John Maynard Keynes 1883-1946: Economist, Philosopher, Statesman" by Robert Skidelsky.
Last night I watched taped television shows with my wife and read "Frog" a novel by Stephen Dixon. Yesterday in the mail I received two books I had ordered from Amazon-
"Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga" by Hunter S. Thompson
"The Stories Of Stephen Dixon" by Stephen Dixon
Well here I sit feeling wasted. I will close to drift into darkness. There is no way out. Trapped.
