i'd gone to the park location, along the arkansas river, to meet with a priest from the home parish…read morewhere i've been going to church. the weather on the late afternoon we went was quite beautiful, with a temperature in the 60s to 70s, a mildly cloudy, sunny sky, and frequent breezing wind.
the last part of that description was especially welcome on that afternoon, as i'd given the priest a kite on which i'd written sentences from a book we discussed previously and on that afternoon, &demon copperhead& by barbara kingsolver, in which a mentor figure shares with the protagonist a practice of honoring an author of a book he has read by writing sentences from the book on a kite. however, the irony of me imitating the practice from the book, is that while the priest with whom i'd met provides opportunity for open, back and forth conversation, i very much consider him the mentor in our relationship, and by giving him the kite with sentences on it, i was equally, if not moreso, soliciting advice than offering it. and the breezing winds on that specific afternoon allowed us to put the kite in the air, and walk and run with it while sharing casual, though memorable, conversation, and each of us succeeded in avoiding with the kite the many trees in the park, and also the large amount of geese, native to the riverbank area.
