Had to leave the retreat - aching and couldn't breathe. Think part of it is being with a number of unknown church women in a group. I love Margaret Neill who is leading the retreat - think I said she used to be my spiritual director. We began the morning with making a joyful loud noise to God! And, I lost my voice, couldn't breathe, hurt just sitting in the chairs.
Gripe, gripe, gripe.
I am truly grateful that I got a hug from Margaret, that I got to eat lunch not fixed by me, that I met some of my partner's friends from church, that it is a beautiful sunshiny day, that I have air conditioning and a nebulizer, that I could leave the workshop and drive only a mile to be at the condo and a comfortable bed, that .....
so, my gratitude is overflowing. So is my need to sleep.