A perfect day
This is what I imagined living in D.C. to be.
A perfect cloudless day.
I wake up, go downstairs to the dining room of my women's dorm and am warmly greeted by not only the ray of sunshine serving up a hot breakfast but tables of young women with a wide array of plans.
We linger over styrofoam cups of hot coffee, catching up on each others' weekends and brainstorming possible churches to visit.
I've risen to return my tray when a new Canadian friend, a Sikh, suggests the National Cathedral.
Aha, the day begins.
Due to the Marine Corps Marathon, the Metro buses are delayed and I arrive at the Cathedral Church of Saint Peter and Saint Paul well after the service started.
No matter, I step into the building and outside of our borders.Instantly transported to another land, I am fairly shocked to hear the priest speaking English, for the very architecture surrounding me speaks of another time and place.
Though the sermon is in English the message is clearly an international one, appealing to all who have come, from near and far.
Beautiful and grand, but not quite home.
Some folks stick around for a 12:30pm tour, but I choose a long walk back to the Metro subway station.
Lots of thinking to do and the perfect day for it.
I've come up here for an adventure and no doubt every day here offers that.
But these are the times when I must decide when this adventure ends and the next one begins. They are exciting times, but demanding ones.
I've become well-acquainted with the adrenaline rush of an interview on Capitol Hill and the inevitable exhaustion that follows.
I've repeatedly promised myself to send out no more resumes only to chase down yet one more intriquing job lead later that same day.
Soon, maybe very soon, decisions will be made and the adventures continue, either here or abroad.
In the meantime, I seem to have the best of both worlds, daily dining with friends from many lands.
Tonight we head out for Ethiopian fare- an intriguing first for me.
But for now, its back outside, to catch the tail end of the daylight, to run once more past the monuments and through the crowds -catching snippets of languages, and glimpses of tourists.
Another chance to remember how good it is to be alive.
I wish the same for you today.
"The Blessing", concluding today's service at the National Cathedral:
Remember the poor, visit the sick, pray for peace, and work for justice; and the blessing of God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be with you today and for ever. Amen.
A perfect cloudless day.
I wake up, go downstairs to the dining room of my women's dorm and am warmly greeted by not only the ray of sunshine serving up a hot breakfast but tables of young women with a wide array of plans.
We linger over styrofoam cups of hot coffee, catching up on each others' weekends and brainstorming possible churches to visit.
I've risen to return my tray when a new Canadian friend, a Sikh, suggests the National Cathedral.
Aha, the day begins.
Due to the Marine Corps Marathon, the Metro buses are delayed and I arrive at the Cathedral Church of Saint Peter and Saint Paul well after the service started.
No matter, I step into the building and outside of our borders.Instantly transported to another land, I am fairly shocked to hear the priest speaking English, for the very architecture surrounding me speaks of another time and place.
Though the sermon is in English the message is clearly an international one, appealing to all who have come, from near and far.
Beautiful and grand, but not quite home.
Some folks stick around for a 12:30pm tour, but I choose a long walk back to the Metro subway station.
Lots of thinking to do and the perfect day for it.
I've come up here for an adventure and no doubt every day here offers that.
But these are the times when I must decide when this adventure ends and the next one begins. They are exciting times, but demanding ones.
I've become well-acquainted with the adrenaline rush of an interview on Capitol Hill and the inevitable exhaustion that follows.
I've repeatedly promised myself to send out no more resumes only to chase down yet one more intriquing job lead later that same day.
Soon, maybe very soon, decisions will be made and the adventures continue, either here or abroad.
In the meantime, I seem to have the best of both worlds, daily dining with friends from many lands.
Tonight we head out for Ethiopian fare- an intriguing first for me.
But for now, its back outside, to catch the tail end of the daylight, to run once more past the monuments and through the crowds -catching snippets of languages, and glimpses of tourists.
Another chance to remember how good it is to be alive.
I wish the same for you today.
"The Blessing", concluding today's service at the National Cathedral:
Remember the poor, visit the sick, pray for peace, and work for justice; and the blessing of God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be with you today and for ever. Amen.
posted by Catherine's Blog at 1:17 PM
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