Yesterday, I had the most fantastic day ever. A friend of mine is turning 20 this week, but since it’s exam week, we decided to celebrate it on Sunday night (as we shouldn’t work on Sundays anyway

) instead of on the actual day when we will all be distracted with studies.
We watched movies, played Euchre, and just hung out. It was great. Plus, we were hanging out with our all-time favourite person (my - and his - spiritual director) and two other friends of ours. so it was a small and close group having a lot of fun together.
So after I got home, it was fairly late and I was pretty tired. All I wanted to do was play some music (I’m a songwriter), particularly a song I wrote about a year ago about lettering go of paganism and trusting in Jesus and following His light, but hurting to let go all the same.
Somehow I felt like, if I could just express this, everything would get better. but it’s quiet hours in our house because of exam time, and the only indoor loud place left is the lounge. so I didn’t get to play or sing.
By about 11 I was literally shaking, and kept starting to cry, I just wanted to practice so badly and even more I wanted to call somebody who I trusted a lot or who would understand - but since it was so late I didn’t want to disturb anyone.
I have this one candle I was given last year, it’s a candle in a glass jar that has an image of the Blessed Virgin on it, so I lit that. then I took some Holy Water, made the sign of the Cross, and then I just meditated a little bit, tried to calm myself down. I thought about pulling knots out of rope, and smoothing down a bumpy line. It was very relaxing, I just focused on calmness. and peace.
after that, I said a rosary and thought about how fitting it is, to enter the Church at Easter - that Easter was the most important day in my personal life, because I was baptized and everything, and how fitting that is because the first Easter was the most important day in the world and because Easter is the most important celebration.
and I kept thinking, this is what Advent is about - waiting for the Incarnation, longing for
Him, both as He came at Christmas, and as He promised us He would come in the Parousia. I kept thinking about how I’m just waiting for Him now.
Was the whole meditation thing that I started with … too pagany? or do you think that seems okay? It really helped me, to get rid of all the distractions so that I could really pray and I got through the rest of the night without any more major breakdowns or stresses.
It seems good, to me, but I am afraid that I can’t trust my own perception anymore.
Pax Christi,
Esther Rose