Connected

When things get hectic, crazy, and unmanageable the solution for me is to reconnect. Reconnecting is like grounding oneself again. Finding equilibrium. To know the world is still real, still out there, and not as bad as it might seem. As it stands now there are three things that reconnect. First, a real and deep conversation, second, riding the bike, and third, partaking in the eucharist. I imagine many people share the first. And many people have their hobbies that center them, the bike just happens to be mine. The third is a surprise, even to myself. As a child I went to a Catholic grade school in New York City. It has always left some impression on me. Being in Boston and having made friends in an anglo-catholic church, going to some of those services has brought out some of those impressions. It is a new sensation to me that partaking in the eucharist is a connecting experience. Previously it was a very seldom occurrance. An action, in which God is present and active, that brings you together with those around you, as well as Christians who are also partaking in it elsewhere is incredibly connective and grounding.

I feel an incredible loss for all the years in which this action, this sacrament, and it’s theology have been lost on me.