Sundays are those weird days, always a day I think too much.
Once upon a time, it was sitting in a pew, singing and thinking. Kneeling and praying and wondering.
Then it was coffee, some kind of pastry, the paper and PostSecret.
Sundays lately have been quiet and lonely. Last Sunday was spent in the car.
This Sunday, I find myself a little unsteady.
I’m hoping as the day goes on, that I find my footing.