More Tales from Growing My Roots

I'm growing my roots, to paraphrase Ignatian spirituality, suggested by Sister Margarita. We can learn from nature. During the winter, the trees lose their leaves and appear lifeless. But really they are deepening their roots in preparation for the spring. St. Ignatius knew all about this of course. As a soldier wounded in battle, he had little to do but lie in bed for a while. Now he's considered one of the best spiritual directors in all history. St. Francis was a POW for a year, then became deathly ill and laid in bed for another year or two at his parents' house. He was growing his roots.
Thank God I'm a Catholic and see value in the little things! I can't hold down a job, I can't go on to higher education, I can't get on a plane, I can't do a million things. But I can grow my roots!
Last night, E and I were having a great time playing PS2 soccer that we rented. He was his dad's Brazilian team Fluminense and I was Nigeria. After about 3-4 games, the PS2 broke. Ah well, at least I won the final game. :)
Talked to X on the phone for a bit today after a long absence. He says I need to get out of my rut. He put it all down in a letter he's mailing tomorrow. I said, "Do you have any advice?" because I figure he of all people has got to understand escaping down periods. "It's all in the letter," he said. I can't wait to see the letter. My last one to him was a guilt-trip-lecture that he deserved. :)
That picture of FC seems to only stay up sporadically, so viewing it is a bit like catching a glimpse of the Loch Ness Monster. Not that I'm comparing the 2. FC would never get drunk and embarrass me the way she did!