When I was young, my Irish Catholic mother made sure that I received all of the necessary rites of passage that were available in our church. That began with baptism, but I have no memory of being baptized. The first rite that I was old enough to remember was my first communion when I was about 9 years old. And it was very memorable for a number of reasons.

First of all, I realize that Feb. 14th is still 6 or 7 weeks away...  but this is brewing on my mind so I thought I'd write about it:

I learned recently that Lamenting is a very important aspect of our spiritual and emotional health. I find that I lament a lot but most people see it as complaining. I have these deep passions inside of me regarding justice etc. and sometimes it becomes so pent up I just have to release it in writing in any way I can; thus a lament.

I'd like to hear your laments. Let it out. This should be a safe place to vent about those things that just make you wince inside. Feel free to go at it. I wont judge you.

-Erin