Wandering.

The past few months I explored a few spiritual outlets. I used to think and pray when I ran but since that method went kaput I looked for new ways to connect with world around me. I started asking a lot of questions about how and why people believe what they believe. I went to new religious services and listened to podcasts. I prayed in the car. I read different texts.

Today as I sit on the couch during rest time staring at a heap of laundry to fold and reflect I realize how little I know and understand despite these efforts. But, I'm okay with all of that. I'm enjoying the journey and the process of discovery. It's fun to have something to nosh on in my brain besides how to convince Wesley that the potty is a good thing.

We are in town for a bit over the next few weeks and it feels good to be stationary. To know that the plants won't die and that I don't have to unpack and load the car feels awesome. Mario and I may actually get around to a few home projects since we'll be here staring at each other on Friday and Saturday nights. Or maybe we'll retreat to the porch filled with curtains and candles to just talk.