I attended a recollection…
I attended a recollection. I was curious about the process because I’m developing a thesis on the subjects memory and diaspora. To recollect requires using memory, so, I decided to go.
The goddesses heard my prayers. The invitation was for us to remember… but, we have to remember lent… even then…
I felt I was at the right place at the right time… serendipity…
I even went as far as going to confession… I don’t even remember when I last confessed to a priest… and, yes, I forgot to recite the Act of Contrition…
I left the place feeling light…