Yesterday my Bishops led a walk through Washington to witness against violence. They walked and prayed the Way of the Cross. The walk and the prayers may be found here. My priest also offered the same walk through the neighborhood around our church in Norwalk. I was unable to participate in either one of these walks. I was, however, able to pray the prayers.
The readings and the meditations and the prayers are quite moving. I could not read them in one sitting and so chose to spread them out over the day. Because of the references to Sandy Hook, I was deeply moved and they are quite personal. I have saved them on my Desktop so I can revisit them in the days to come. And to remind me of the JUSTICE attitude that I want to make a part of my being.
In the meantime we are embarking into the intensity of Holy Week. Lois, our priest, passed along Praying the Hours which she found here. I do not know how faithful I can be to these; I have downloaded them also. I have them on my IPad which is easily accessible. Sometimes prayers that have been put together by others enhance my own humble offerings to God.
All this and I began a dialogue with my SO this morning. Nothing dramatic. An opening of a conversation that can continue. It is a start. It took a great deal of courage on my part and I stumbled through my opening sentences trying to put some of my thoughts and feelings on the table. Nothing dramatic. At least a beginning. I don't even know if I was really heard. At least it is a start. Nothing dramatic. Low key. Heartfelt. A beginning.
