Edward has been busy and more, and the girls began school anew in September, but we still managed to squeeze in quite a bit of travel before that.
I hope to still go back and share some of those trips with you. For now though, I will start with Malta.
Now, we have been three times since coming here in 2014.
I doubt it would take much enticing to get me to pack my bags and enroll in language classes.
Every day we strolled down to the ocean, and every day I felt peace ease back into my bones.
We packed up food, rented a vessel, and took to the seas. We toured about the coast, snorkeling and swimming through the various areas that intrigued us. This was easily my favorite day. The water was clear, the fish were abundant, and somehow none of us burned under the generous rays.
Sun, sea, smiles. Gorgeous.
I had needed time with my family, I had needed relaxation in the ocean, but even more, I had needed spiritual hunger again. I’d been drying up it seems.
This time, while being gentle and subtle, I again felt the Spirit stirring in me, reminding me of what I love and desire: Christ, the Eucharist, the Church.
It made me feel like me again, my mind no longer just an unending list of tasks and unspoken anxieties.
It has been beautiful, and I am grateful. And happy.