a.k.a. Life Lessons from the Late, Great Aretha Franklin
Might as well admit it: I'm fried. It’s been an insanely busy few weeks - a lot of fun - but what happens now? How do I - how does anyone - adjust back to normality after a season of crazy spiritual, mental and emotional intensity? How do I avoid screwing up in the twilight after the limelight, the lull after the storm?
People tell me they have the gift of hospitality by which I think they mean that they like dinner parties.
They have (or aspire to have) a beautiful home with an underused spare room, in which they enjoy entertaining exotic, interesting, appreciative guests who confirm just how lovely their home is.
This is not the gift of hospitality. This is the gift of a box of chocolates.