Sleeping with Bread

A few years ago my then-spiritual director introduced me to a form of the Ignatian examen called Sleeping with Bread. One thinks of the moments of consolation and desolation in one’s day/week/etc. and reflects upon them. It helps me put the day’s activities and emotions into perspective when I get too far- or near-sighted. Recently I’ve had great swings in short periods of time, going from consolation to desolation and back again. This examen allows me to see the overall trends, like the difference in looking at a single day on the stock market versus the week or even the past year.

I found a weekly meme where people share their Sleeping with Bread examens posted on their blogs and thought I’d join in.
For what moments this week am I most grateful?
My third graders derailed my lesson plan, but I am happy that they seem to want to understand the Church better and learn about Jesus.

BP leant me his shoulder... brought the box of Kleenex over, listened to me, shared his experience, and gave me encouragement. Followed by dinner together. (Deo gratias.)

I called MFF on Saturday evening on a whim and was told that I was the highlight of his day when the best part of the day is usually sleeping. (Definitely stepping up the prayers for him.)

For what moments this week am I least grateful?

When my supervisor walked in unexpectedly while I was teaching to observe me, I was momentarily rattled. I think my unease was evident as I tried to resume the lesson.

That a simple comment to colleague about her poor choice in rescheduling Happy Hour for Ash Wednesday was perceived as hostile, and she is now angry at me (again). This was apparently discussed at a meeting that I missed due to class, and no one noted that it was not a good choice of days. I regret that at this point I was peeved at the other Catholics in the group whom I felt should have objected.


Pax et bonum.