I had intended a much more intellectual post today. Oh well. This is what came out instead. At Christmas I gave my young grandkids a gift certificate to be traded in for a night at a hotel with their Grammie. Saturday was the day that they cashed them in. We had enough stuff packed to stay a week, including bathing suits, swim goggles, swim noodles, a beach ball, and an enormous bag of snacks-not all of which their mother would have approved. I had come off a week where my work was not going where I'd hoped. It was one of those weeks where I thought I might ditch it all and apply for a job at Tim Horton's coffee shop where I'd wear a baseball cap at work and serve double doubles. I won't go into it here. Suffice it to say, I really needed a break. Three weeks ago I did a silent retreat at Loyola House, the Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario. While it was an extraordinarily nourishing experience in many ways, I realize now that I spent a lot of my time