Sunday, May 02, 2010

Listening to Chant as the sun sets

Relaxing to Benedictine monks singing prayers from a thousand years ago. I sit in my own apartment playing my own music as the sun goes down, like I did eight years ago in Minneapolis. I was so unhappy because I was so far from California, all I wanted was to move back. If that's not enough anymore, whose fault is that? If I'm still unhappy about bills, won't I always have bills? St. Don Bosco took pride that he died in debt, to further the cause of the Lord. I know why I'm broke. "I did it my way" and maybe that was right, if so be content--and if it was wrong, then I know Who to ask what to do