Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week. I arrive at church, we start the service outside and hear the story of Christ the king, riding into Jerusalem, victorious;. We wave palms and sing as we process into the church. Once inside, my grandson reaches his hands up to me,. Arms outstretched, total surrender, face gazing upwards. He lays his head on my shoulder and begins to relax,. I sway to the rhythm of the liturgy,. I sway to the reading of the passion of the Christ;.

Thursday, October 16, 2008. I tend to stop doing a lot of things during the first few time-intensive months of school. Which I believe help to reduce the frequency of my migraines. You changed me from the inside.