By Charlie Johnston
I have been quiet this week, I know. My apologies to you. This is the first real down time I have had since I began my travels around the country late last spring. Frankly, I needed it. Quiet time and contemplation have been a real tonic to me – but it has left you wondering what is up. Nothing. Just chilling a little.
The fox at the cabin has become a family of foxes – three of them. They sleep outside on a big stump and a picnic table – and when I go out they run up to me like faithful dogs. When they are playing, they actually DO make a sound. It is quiet, kind of like a muffled wookie rumble.
I have been refining some pieces at my leisure this week. I have a piece on “The Pope and the Predators,” the piece on “What is Truth,” another for priests and a raft of other content.
I am thinking of this Thanksgiving. While I was visiting with my former son-in-law, Dee, and two grandkids, my granddaughter mentioned something about CCD classes. It surprised me, for Dee is not Catholic. He explained to me that Mya, my granddaughter, had talked to him about it – and he decided to raise them Catholic – in part to honor me, their Poppy. What incredible grace family and love bring. But it should be no surprise: Dee and those two grandkids have the last name of “Grace.” (Dee told me that he hopes Camron, my grandson, gets really good at sports – so he can give him the nickname, “Amazing Grace.” I like it.)
It was a good thing I didn’t really need to go anywhere this week. We got a big snow overnight last Sunday, then it has been very cold all week. That means no melt-off. Up here in the mountains, until you get a little melt-off, you aren’t going anywhere. I plan to head back to Denver tomorrow afternoon and, as of yesterday, I wasn’t sure I would not have to wait another day. But it has warmed up today and looks like it should be clear sailing tomorrow. Just before New Year’s, I will come back out for a more extended – and genuinely working – retreat here.