My Sunday is for self-reflection. It is a privilege to sit in silence and just be. It is also damn uncomfortable. I used to go to church. Regularly. I once considered whether I had a vocation to monastic life before I got married. Now, I sit in silence and wonder. I continue to read and question and ponder what exactly is the point of it all? Can human beings evolve? Why do we suffer? What can I do today to connect with another? Is it simply enough to point to a beautiful flower and say there is light and beauty in this world if we choose to see it? What do I do with all the sadness? Today I take notes.