Sadly, her next-to-last words to me were, "And don't even think about impersonating me on the Ironic Catholic while I'm gone." Which, I have to say, really bummed me out. I had big plans to have the Ironic Catholic furiously blogging from her silent directed retreat . . . you know:
Day 1. Well, here I am on my silent retreat. Fortunately, blogging can be done in complete silence, so I have brought my laptop along and plan to powerblog from here in the middle of nowhere, Iowa, so that you can follow my every move for the next nine days. Hey, I was always too busy grading papers and preparing tortuous tests to have any time for blogging before. And what my spiritual director doesn't know won't hurt him, right?
Day 2. Boy, when they said "silent," they really meant SILENT. I mean, I'm watching some birds out at the bird feeder, okay, and they don't cheep or anything -- they just kind of NOD at each other as they jostle for position at the feeding tray. But I'm good with the silence. It's kind of kenotic, right?
Day 3. While walking in the woods today I came to a profound insight: When a tree falls in the woods it makes a really, really loud noise, even on a silent retreat. Such a satisfying noise, too. Cr-r-r-a-a-a-ck, crash! And the sound of the ax ringing against the trunk: pure music. The other thing that makes a loud noise on a silent retreat is the retreat center director when he finds you chopping down his trees.
Day 4. More profound insights: Did you know that the rosary recited backwards sounds a lot like some of the Beetles' later stuff?
Day 5. Well, ha ha, it's a small, small world, isn't it? Who knew my spiritual director read my blog?Sadly, my plans to impersonate the Ironic Catholic were not to be. But if I think of anything remotely ironic/amusing, I will drop in and let you know. In the meantime, a prayer that IC will truly encounter God's presence in holy silence.