This picture has nothing at all to do with the post below. But Biscuit got a new (to him) luxe bed, purchased by my thrifty, thoughtful neighbors at a nearby garage sale, and he looked so comfortable! Just had to share. Now, back to our regularly scheduled blog post…

One of the Sisters fell while out for her evening walk earlier this week at the retreat center where I work doing massages. She was heading down a rolling part of the center’s driveway with her walker and got going a little too fast.  The Sisters live at the retreat center, but their rooms are separate from the public part of the center. They have their own dining hall, their own bedrooms and chapel. There is also an assisted living area for them when they reach the point that they need extra care. People often ask me if I give the Sisters massages; I don’t. I have a good friend who does, though, so they are well cared for.

I was at the center talking to a newly arrived group of quilters in the big hall that overlooks the driveway, hoping to sign them up for many massages, when one of them shouted, “Someone just fell!”

So much for building a lot of massage momentum.

We turned to the picture windows and there was Sister, on her belly on the pavement, looking very much like she had decided to take a little rest, and if she would have had a towel below her, it might have seemed like she was on the beach, head in her hands,  elbows on the sand, staring out at the waves.

Except she was facing downhill and gazing at the blacktop . Continue Reading…