6.14.09, part 2.

I've written about my struggles with church in the past...now that I'm no longer a paid Protestant or Catholic, there's not the regular expectation of attendance. And my recent religious experiences have become all tied up with my dad's passing, rather than in celebrating a relationship with something larger than myself and my little world.

I took a small step to change that today, and went to church.

I knew most of the hymns, and sang my rusty little heart out. And I shook hands with a 6(ish) year old boy who then was my best buddy...I wish his mom had let us whisper a little longer, but I understand that she was teaching him how to be a good congregant. He was super cute.

It was comfortable. Meaningful.

I may even go back.

My five:
  1. Beautiful days.
  2. Puzzles.
  3. Assembly-required furniture. (see #2)
  4. Oliver, the bounciest dachshund ever.
  5. Bare feet.

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