Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

As I seem to be slowly approaching agnosticism I am still observing Lent in my own small way. The other night at the Norwex party there was a lot of very tempting, yummy food and at one point I actually said to myself, "Aw screw it, just take something."

I could not.

That is not like me at all. Food is extremely hard to resist and once I decide not to resist don't get in between me and a brownie.

Even in the midst of wondering who is God, what is real and what is my place in it all, I have this sense of sacred, that something is on the line here.