I have left home, hearth and family for Holy Cross and four days of silence. I cannot fully express how much I have looked forward to this and dreaded it all at once. During my last retreat, as you may recall, I was a bit of a blubbering mess with a three-day migraine. I would rather not experience all that again, and I am rather sure that I have packed more than one person could possibly read, draw, knit, think about and pray on in one four-day retreat, particularly if afflicted with a four-day migraine and a whole lot of weeping, but here I am. Gone, baby, gone. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.
And just for fun… I knew it had to be a song of some sort or another. That it’s rockabilly is just a quirky bit of cake-icing.