The phone call or time itself were not spiritual, but the happening of them was.
I tore up my knee (torn acl, mcl, lcl, fcl, and meniscus) about two months ago while skiing in colorado. I moved home in MI for the recovery. I have had lots of free time, which I have used to learn guitar, watch movies, make art, etc. But I have not read a single book since I've been home. Today for some reason I decided to pick up a book in the middle of the day. My friend gave it to me after my crash to take home but I never was interested until today. I grabbed ice for my knee, and began to read.