Sunday, we were back in the city to hear Bill’s daughter’s quintet perform a concert. It was sunny and much warmer than it’s been since the arrival of Spring. The venue, a house built in the early 1900s now dedicated to cultural and musical events, was perfect, the acoustics good, the atmosphere intimate. Three of the four composers of the music performed were in attendance. They’re young and wildly talented, their music fresh and engaging. Afterward, a champagne reception was held at the rear of the first floor which led out to a cozy courtyard that was all ours for the afternoon. It was a quick trip; I was home by 9:00.
All of these experiences add to the richness of my life. But, I need to slow down, take stock. I’m still bored in my job and want to make a change. Making that change takes focus and energy, two things I haven’t given my attention to. I’ve had a few interesting phone calls, fact-finding missions I call them, but need to be quiet, look within to find answers to some of my questions. I’ve been distracted, scattered, the opposite of focused.
I was scheduled to go to Toronto for two days next week for my job but the trip’s been postponed until May. I’m choosing to look at not getting on a plane next week as a good sign, a greater force allowing me to stay put for the next week or so. I’ll be home this weekend then off to NJ the following one. I’m feeling the need to lay low over the next several days.
Bill and I took a walk along the beach Monday night. I mentioned all of this to him. I said I’d like to look into a one day retreat at the Mercy Center, where I’ve been before to rejuvenate and breathe, to do nothing so my mind can think. Today, I sent an email to a group of friends about an event on Friday and one of them replied that she couldn’t make it, she was going to be at the Mercy Center. I took that as a good sign.