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| Hector (USA), Josh (Canada), Conor (Ireland), Heidi (Austria), Carolyn (Canada), David (Spain), John T (USA), John B (USA) |
St. Augustine of Hippo. Feast Day Aug 28,
Too late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient, O Beauty so new.
Too late have I loved you! You were within me but I was outside myself, and there I sought you!
In my weakness, I ran after the beauty of the things you have made.
You were with me, and I was not with you.
The things you have made kept me from you – the things which would have no being unless they existed in you!
You have called, you have cried, and you have pierced my deafness.
You have radiated forth, you have shined out brightly, and you have dispelled my blindness.
You have sent forth your fragrance, and I have breathed it in, and I long for you.
I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst for you.
You have touched me, and I ardently desire your peace.
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My questions
As I start this Camino, I come with two questions. The first is my identity with work. As a child of immigrants and as one who has worked since I was 14 years old, I have always worked to earn a living. I have never not worked. El que quiere comer deber trabajar. Ostensibly I will earn about the same as when I was working, so economically I think I will be OK. This gives me the opportunity to devote time to whatever I want without worrying aobu earning my keep. I am quite cognizant of my workaholic tendencies and how this culture equates value with work. I expect that I will work but at a slower pace. The other question I have is how I will find purpose and meaning in my work. As an educator & administrator, I am affirmed by student, family & teacher interactions that give me a sense of purpose. It gives me motivation to get up in the morning to advance the needle of social justice and love forward. There are so many things I might do:
● A new job.
● Build an ADU in my yard
● Volunteer
● Take classes
● Make art
● Explore relationship.
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