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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

The nuns are escaping.

I caught them today while I was on my run down the hill... four elderly women packed into a Civic clearly up to no good. I suppose even women of the lord need to shop. Though it is one more strike against them, I'm afraid, given that I heard two of them sharing their excitement over dinner about how close we are to Mel Gibson's house.

In their defense, one of them did bless me this morning when I helped her at breakfast. I'm not a religious person, but there's something really calming and cool about being blessed by a nun... even if it's just because I helped her with her coffee mug. Nobody blesses anyone in LA. We do wave when we cut them off, but that's not quite as good spirited.

I was thinking about Henry David Thoreau this morning as I went for a walk.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

Well, I came to Serra Retreat to finish my screenplay, but I suppose a place like this has a talent for sneaking up a person, even if they're not really looking to examine their life.
Comments:
Yeah. Without distraction you tend to spend time in reflection, which can be nice AND scary at the same time. I don't think enough of us do it often enough. I think we would all be happier...
 
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