Reading & Writing

I'm involved in a new project: an online spiritual retreat with three of my blogging friends. You may know them from my sidebar; they are also bereaved mothers. It's like a gift from God, to be able to do a book study like the ones we did in our Lectionary class at church (the book is by one of my favorite spiritual authors, Joyce Rupp) with these women who have also experienced the death of a child. Our children were all different ages, and had different causes of death; we have different spiritual backgrounds, but we are alike in our love for God, and our desire for communion with Him. We do a lot of writing on a private blog, so I have less time to write here.

Though I've missed the spiritual fellowship of Lectionary class, I don't trust myself in a formal group quite yet. I'm too forthright, and am not sure that I'd be able to be patient enough, polite enough, or hold my tongue when I disagree with someone. So an online group seems to be the best of both worlds, for now.

Wanting to do more writing, I am trying to discern what I should write. I've started three books in the three years since Katie passed away:  one is based upon the entries in this blog; one is based upon the year that Katie was sick, and the other is a book for adolescent cancer patients.

I haven't finished ONE of them.

I don't know which one to try to finish first. I am concerned that no one will want to read them. I keep talking myself out of getting going on finishing any of them...but I want to do it. So I am dithering and writing elsewhere, working on Katie's Comforters Guild and family business.

David is doing well, and is happy at college. Gregg and I are having fun cooking, going on excursions and being spontaneous. It's as if every night can be "date night." We've had houseguests, dinner company, and have been busy socially. So far, "empty nesting" doesn't feel really empty.