Baby got back

Well, ok, I know I'm brutally misusing that phrase . . . what I really mean is 'I'm back!' Returned Friday night, but yesterday morning I hit the floor running. Yesterday was Sue's mom's funeral and it was quite a rush of a morning getting ready, especially since I slept in until 9.

It was a lovely service and I am so grateful that I could be there for Sue. It turned out to be a meaningful day for me too, personally. The funeral was held at St. Luke's Episcopal. It's a lovely old church in the middle of a cotton field in the valley near the border with New Mexico. It's one of those places that has called to me; I've visited before.

This time it was different somehow. I felt at home, I mean really at home, like I've not felt in a church before. At least since I was a child. I even took communion! Which is a huge thing for me. I haven't done that in years & years.

Afterwards, I learned that a lot of people go to that church who are not Episcopalian; that there are no requirements of membership or declaration. It is simply a place to worship and it is open and accepting of everyone.

So, to make a long story short, I'm going back today. And I'm sure, that more too shall be revealed.


"All human actions are motivated at their deepest level by one of two emotions– fear or love". Conversations with God