I drew this self portrait today while sitting on the couch and ruminating. I have been so depressed I could hardly move, let alone get up and get out of the house. I did drag myself out this afternoon to go to church, which was just what I needed to do. That may sound simplistic, but on the way there, I realized I was depressed in part because I had lost my faith, that I needed to re-connect to God through the sacraments. Without practice our faith becomes brittle, then dies. I had been away for far too long. Even though I was showing up faithfully, I was not really there. I still feel a pull away from God and the church, but toward what? The rest of the world, without God, it so depressing I would rather not live.

We had a wonderful service. It was the Vigil for Palm Sunday, with many beautiful verses and readings. Lent is over, and after this feast ends tomorrow night, Holy Week will begin. We also received palms and pussy willows tonight.