I am all over the map these days.
Sorting out this next season of our lives.
I have been in The Magic Room - a bit.
But mostly - I am following RR around - asking him if he is okay and generally poking my nose into everything he does.
Have a mentioned before that our personalities are like Bert and Ernie of Sesame Street?
He is Bert - practical with his paperclip collection all nice and tidy.
I am Ernie - talking way to much, and always messing up those paper clips.
He has a wonderful old oak swivel office chair - that squeaks.
I love to hear that chair squeaking when he is in HIS magic room.
It has been squeaking a lot, lately.
Also I am involved in another sort of magic of late.
I have been invited (called) to teach an adult religion class - once a week on Thursday mornings.
The first class is tomorrow.
So there is a lot of this going on.
And I love it.
Love studying - really studying the word of God.
Is it okay, to say, it feels magical as I discover and learn new truths?