I failed to make it to church entirely yesterday and the guilt associated with it resulted in double the amount of psycho-sexual processing. As if the evidence were not conclusive enough at this point that St. Michael's is a stand-in for The Body of Christ, in a very literal sense, the night got off to a rollicking start with an attempt to seed a ( Read more... )

I practically forced myself back to sleep this morning in order to have a dream - any dream - after coming up short during the middle of the night. It was around 6:30 when I last looked at the clock on the kitchen microwave. I had a vague sense that I had dreamed about something that entailed some degree of tension and perhaps danger. But, I couldn ( Read more... )

Barbara Love, the International Reference Person for People of African Descent, likes to tell the story of her initial experience with RC; that her life went so much better after her first few cycles of fundamentals classes that she immediately assumed that she had figured it all out and that she needn't take another class. When her life ceased ( Read more... )

Well, well, well. My first journal entry. Kournagonde's "Ha, ha" aria is bouncing around my head this morning (I don't need the cd to hear it.) I'm feeling "rather like a rebel" myself this a.m., stealing as I am, company time to make this journal entry. My decaf coffee is already cold, but, it doesn't seem to matter. I'm indoors, the heat is ( Read more... )