We awakened this am to significantly improved weather. A gift from God on this Palm Sunday...washing away the clouds. I bailed out of mass this morning simply because I didn't want to be one of those who just show up because of the season. I'll carry on with my faith despite my lack of church going behavior. I've been feeling soulfully disconnected as of late and I feel some introspective time coming on. Silence. Hmmm! Ought to be a challenge around this finely run machine.
We have filled ourselves with divine foods this weekend. No Funston food. Chilli's for a huge lunch/dinner (linner) yesterday. 4 of us went through 3 huge baskets of chips/salsa and burgers galore. Today was a brunch at Cracker Barrel. A usual huge breakfast without the indigestion despite the weak excuse for coffee. Now the visit to Hasting's, the refuge for internet starved soldiers. Take the name down. HASTINGS. Where you will need to go for coffee et al. It's alot like B&N. There are some other coffee shops around down in Aggieville (college area).
Tomorrow, back to the grind.
"Fear breads a deadening caution, a holding back, a stagnant waiting until people no longer can recall what they are waiting for or saving themselves for. When we fear failure more than we love life; when we are dominated by thoughts of what we might have been rather than by thoughts of what we might become; when we are haunted by the disparity between our ideal self and our real self; when we are tormented by guilt, shame, remorse, and self-condemnation, we deny our faith in the God of love." Brennan Manning
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