But that's totally not what this post is about. :)
Weekly I go and volunteer at a local domestic violence shelter. I work with the kiddos while their moms are in counseling. (By work with I mean baby sit, not anything exact or psychological or anything like that). (But that's not what this post is about either) (Although recently there was a little girl there who had the most startling eyes. One was brown, deep brown so dark you could barely see the iris and the other was this brilliant cobalt blue. It was striking and if/when her unibrow gets controlled I'm sure she'll be stunning (she's only little right now).
Anyway, every time I go and come back I drive past this church that is called Hope. I like the name of that. Every time I drive past on the way home I think, hmm... I wonder if the doors are open in the evening (well night really). I can't figure out what kind of church it is. I think I just like the name Hope. It makes me think about joining. Seriously, Texas is sucking me in. Or maybe just the reality that I'm not happy with several aspects of my life and maybe something like an organized community group to join would help. When I was in Alaska I used to ask my churchgoing friends why they believed in god. Some didn't know how to respond. Several indicated that that's what their parents did so that's what they did. My favorite answer was from my roommate of the time (not Kate) who said it just made her feel better and more centered. I would like to feel more centered. Yoga just doesn't do it for me. My mind wanders. I feel stupid and uncoordinated and especially fat. Meditation makes me antsy. (Again my mind wanders and it makes me twitchy). Now that I'm in school, homework is taking over my weekends. I'm looking for something. I just don't know where to find it.
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I seriously thought about church the other day.
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