Most of you know I go to Nocturnal Eucharistic Adoration on First Fridays. (It’s a Catholic tradition). I choose my Holy Hour between 4 and 5 AM. That means I’m groggy and half-awake for most of Saturday morning. All in all, it’s not a bad feeling, compelled, to just sit, watch the world, and be with my thoughts. The contemplation of Holy Hour transfers from Our Lord to the world at large.
I could think about my frustrations, how I’m not getting what I want, such as sex, time with my adult children, and why the Culture isn’t acting the Way I Want It To Act.
Big Parenthetical Aside Coming
(Ironic, isn’t it, that no matter what our values and opinions are, we think our set of values and opinions are the only ones that bring true happiness to people. That assumes that happiness is our primary purpose in life. I will leave that question of what our purpose is open for now)
Rather than dwell on frustration, appreciation is far more worthy pursuit. Friendship. Beauty. Love. For example, a friend brought her dog to AA yesterday. Seeing that dog made me happy. I totally get how therapy dogs can be beneficial.
I just read where two of my blogosphere friends met for the first time. I’m glad, and I wish I could have been there too.