Nashville Retreat, Part VII: Coming Home, and a Dominican Dog

So, we hit the road around 1:30 or so. By this time, my internal clock was way off, because it was also the day to turn the clocks back an hour. So we’d lost an hour of sleep the night before, but I was glad we wouldn’t be driving in darkness for most of the trip (we were lucky; it didn’t get dark until we were almost in Ohio, and by then, the “hard parts” of the trip were over).

We stopped to get gas, and then at Starbucks for coffee and water for Mary and Katie, where we had a lovely discussion about CAtholicism with the window barrista, named John (who called us “ma’am”–I love Southern guys). Then we were on the road.

The drive was better heading home; there were fewer people on the road, and not a lot of traffic. I still hate those road signs, though! We stopped for dinner again in la Grange, KY, and then for gas outside of Wilmington, OH. There was more talking on the way back and more consensual choice of music instead of me as DJ. 🙂

We got to Columbus around 9:00, and I got home around 10. My body was sore and tired and generally bewildered, but it was a great retreat. I was glad, however, to be able to take the CI out. I’d slept with it on in Nashville so I could hear the rising bell, and wearing it for like 56 hours straight is NOT the best thing ever. I woke up with a migraine this morning and subsequently slept until like 1 PM. But today was all about letting my body do what it wanted, as opposed to making it do what I wanted, as I’d done all weekend. 🙂 I think everyone lost around 5 lbs. with all the walking and climbing and standing and kneeling we did! 🙂

Below is one of my favorite parts of the stained glass at St. Cecilia’s: The Dominican Dog. As Dominicans, it’s sort of a pun: we’re called the “hounds of God,” because that’s what Dominicans is in Latin. So the stained glass window in the oratory has the dog at St. Dominic’s feet, with a torch in its mouth. This is reference to the dream St. Dominic’s mother, Jane, had when she was pregnant with him. She dreamed that she would give birth to a dog with a torch in its mouth, that would set the world aflame. Her priest told her that she would give birth to a boy who would set the world on fire with his preaching–which he surely did, and which Dominicans continue to do today. So a dog with a flaming torch in his mouth is often seen in his iconography. Often the dog is a dalmatian, since it’s colors–black and white–are also the Dominican colors.

The Dominican Dog

The Dominican Dog

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