well Possums, I did it. I went to mass, on time, all alone. and yes, I walked there in the blistering cold so got some exercise done as well.
Mass was a deeply moving and religious experience, yes I know it sounds corny but wtf it's true! :) I didn't manage to get up in time for the 11am so went to the 6pm one at the Cathedral. Got there about 15 mins early, a huge first for me, so I lit a candle in front of St Therese, Doctor of the Church, the little flower. And prayed for her intercession, but mainly just directly to god, that the rifts between my family be healed.. I prayed especially for my father, and for the biological mother I've only met twice.
All the hymns were so relevant to me right now, all out of the darkness and into the light metaphors, and there were some neocat enquirers getting blessed. I felt joined in spirit with their throng. There was gregorian chant and some of my favouritest hymns in the whole wide world. *oirish accent* OOh it was lovely lovely Xx
Seated directly behind me was JC, he of the uni Cathsoc and my old Halls fame. With his absolutely STUNNING girlfriend whose name I've forgotten now, oh well...
he's just been received! yay! one more fantastic convert! I reckon converts often make the best witnesses to Catholocism because they've thought everything through and had to battle out their beliefs on their own terms instead of having it breathed into them from infancy.
Got home and a friend came round. Went over to his (my housemates are revising like crazy and prone to crabbiness at the mo) and listened to hendrix while smoking shisha. he cooked me an amazing meal out of cupbord remenants, and introduced me to a veritable smorgasboard of cheeses... wensleydale with ginger, anyone? Trust me, it's delicious
he's lent me 3 books by Edward monkton to warm my soul, and my very own shisha pipe on loan, oh yesss
I reckon shisha's a lot cooler (and more convivial) than cigarettes... can't wait to buy some yuptious baccy... he had this "two apple" stuff which was bloody delicious
have got home now to find the boyfriend's gone out. best let him have some alone time, the poor boy is soo frustrated by my new NO SEX initiatives on top of everything else. He's now jumping on every single thing I do, money is a sore sore subject (I have none as I've had to take a 6 month interrupt from my nursing due to ongoing health problems)
posted letters today to my immidiate family in australia. I feel like i'm finally becoming a proper relative through such little gestures (I've barely sent a thank you card in my life, me + letterwriting gets so very convoluted
ach well possums
did I really just write that? is this me?
(I sincerely hope so)