Sundays are blurry, and while God is present, I wish that I were focusing on Him differently than I do. Not enough being still. Thinking there are reasons under the reasons for my activity, and some feelings I don't want to feel. That's not about Him, except it is, because it's all about Him.
Off for some time at Victrola on the way to this evening's Gathering of Prayer. The first Sundays of each month are busier than the rest, so I have to run for distance rather than sprint through.