MAYBE I CAN MEDITATE AFTER ALL….
Feeling better by Sunday night, I decided to go to mass Monday at noon. Church won’t be full so less likelihood of infecting my fellow parishioners.
Only, as I discovered at 9.00 am on Monday morning, mass was at 8.30.
Such is the life of a mariner. Somewhere, in some town, I’d attended a weekday mass at noon.
I’m better than the Captain that doesn’t even know the day, let well along the date. (He forgot my
birthday! Read: “On My 74th Birthday”) It was August 13th.
I checked out other churches that might have midday services and got a mental smack on my right ear for my trouble.
Far better to spend that time meditating. So this Lower Class Entry Level Mystic took out her Rosary.
The Fruits of the Mystery for Monday.
Love of neighbor.
Poverty in Spirit.
Joy in finding Jesus.
Talk about Fruit for Thought.
I could get addicted to this! Methinks I can meditate after all!
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