Body in pain, mind at peace

Ugh. Physically I feel like crap. My Achilles tendons hurt, right along the scar lines. My throat is swollen, my jaw won't stop cracking, my hands are trembling constantly (yay over-firing nerves) and the back of my neck has one of those knots that really requires a kiss to melt it away. Even standing under the showerhead doesn't fix it. Plus cramps and a chest that is very upset from the binder yesterday.

But. . . my mind is clear and calm and happy. I went to church.
As a practicing pagan, I rarely bother with organized religion. However, I was raised in a very loving and accepting, inclusive set of Methodist churches with pastors who probably bent the laws of dogma to include people, and who influenced my upbringing as much as my parents did. So, occasionally, I feel the need for a ceremony that I can recognize even in a foreign language. I want to sing with other voices for the sheer ecstatic joy of worship. And I had been having a really shitty week. So I went to MCC. And it turns out that, in France, MCC is queer church.

Suffice to say I took communion. I felt like I was home. But really, the hymns were done on an accoustic guitar by a woman with a voice that was sweet and clear. The sermon was given by a woman who reminded me of one of my mentors. I felt welcomed and loved. I'll take family wherever I can find it.

I'm so going back next week.

Now for tidying the house, doing homework, and writing letters.
Or maybe just thinking about *maria. . .