Mary has just completed a months-long research project
with which she is very satisfied;
her "first effort as a mature scholar." And...
I had survived the compulsory Christmas revels, a féte which
had reached fever pitch in this, the last year
of my aunt's control of what she saw as the family purse.
The anticipation was for the week of freedom before me,
one entire week with neither commitments nor responsibilities, leading up to my twenty-first birthday and
all the rights and privileges pertaining thereto.
A small but persistent niggle of trepidation
tried to make itself known,
but I forestalled it by standing up and going to the chest of drawers for clothing. (3)
Hence my anticipation. Hence also the trepidation. (4)
When we express our love, when we act as conduits for divine love,
then the love within us is continually renewed, refreshed, restored. (110)
when it came to zeroing in on her target, she was dead-centre accurate...
It hit me about halfway through her talk...what...I was hearing...was a mystic.
What I was hearing was an untutored woman singing to God int eh only voice she possessed:
a simple voice, unsuited to high opera, but not without beauty. (111)