Holy Week

Because of Klonopin I will not be able to participate very often at the Abbey this week. I cannot be trusted to drive. However, I will try to make Thursday and Friday if someone will give me a ride.

For The Vigil, I think I will go to St. Vincent over in Nazareth. 7PM on Thursday, 3PM on Friday, and 7PM on Saturday. My intention is to make the Thursday and Friday at Gethsemani, but we shall see. Last year I intended to spend all of Holy Week in the Gethsemani guesthouse, but that didn't turn out, so here I am on Klonopin, and looking at Holy Week with the Holy Sisters.

Over at my other blog I wrote about how Klonopin is interacting in place within me that I consider Holy. I know this sounds blonky, and it probably is, but when I sit down to say my prayers the Klonopin brings a drowsiness over me. Or when the psalm is being said, I get caught in an image and can go no further. Neither of those things are serious of themselves, but when I'm not taking this medication they are only noticed, and acted upon.

There Klonopin interacts with my spirit. If we are human by nature of body and soul, then there must be nodes where they touch. I believe that in prayer those nodes are activated. But never in my fifty years of life has a drug been unexpectedly present in that interaction, making my mental chatter be silent.

What that tells me is that the miraculous nature of human brains at work, and the biochemicals they produce, cannot be described and are merely to be marveled at. This medicine interacting with me in the deepest levels of my being, down beyond choice. Yes, there is a place beneath even your choice, and that is where this drug has gone. I place it all in the hands of God Almighty, whom I worship and adore with all my heart, my sould and my mind.