Today we took a fairly fast walk up and down some steep hills in Mystic, near the first house we shared together, on Burrows Street. I think we both felt strong as we paced along, but we did take a few breaks on the hills, to catch our breath and admire the many lovely homes and yards and gardens. 

A pause on a hill . . . 

Tonight we met with our Faith Connection group at church, and the discussion was sincere and profound, I thought.  We spoke of love and Love and bitterness and disbelief and faith and openness. One of the guys, an honest, strong-speaking skeptic, quoted some of T.S. Eliot's "Four Quartets" to me after the meeting. I think he and I might have some good sessions on poetry as the weeks go by.