I was born and raised Catholic.
I will most likely die a Catholic.
Admittedly, in between this stretch of life I stray.
I don’t think it’s about right or wrong, good or bad.
I’m merely admitting to myself that I stray.
I do not diligently practice catholic obligations.
Regardless, I pray a lot.
I find discipline in reciting the mysteries of the rosary.
Rating myself, I would say my faith and spirituality remain high.
Since I discovered Buddhism, I attend talks whenever I can.
I like how the teachings are explained in relation to life.
If attending Buddhism over Sunday mass is straying then I am guilty.
I used to hear mass during the week rather than on Sundays.
It was easier for me with my schedule.
The added plus is a nice small church in my neighborhood.
A pleasant two minute walk to start my day.
Then I abruptly stopped and I forget why.
I probably got busy early mornings and at times lazy.
Does that make me guilty of straying?
It doesn’t really matter to me.
I hear mass because I want to and not because I have to.
Sundays makes me feel like I have to.
It’s been a while now since I’ve been to my neighborhood church.
Today I remembered and decided to take that familiar walk.
What I like about most churches is the silence.
For me, it’s one of the best places to regain my composure.
When I need centering and silence, the church always fills that yearning.
I find the energy quite invigorating.
I lose it sometimes with the daily routine of life.
Hearing mass recharges my spirit.
In essence, I discover much more about myself beyond being a catholic.
I will always be rooted to the church because it reminds me of my mother.
It is tradition; it’s what I grew up with and most of all, it’s re-discovery of myself.