today on
campus a kid came up to me & said �hello ericka� & when i said i did not know him he said �i saw you get baptized on saturday� & so that is how i became a minor celebrity.
about easter weekend i find that i have suprisingly little motivation to say all the things that are spinning around in my head.
but: to let you know: i woke up on saturday at 5.30 & read pertinent bits of the seven storey mountain & woke my parents up on the telephone & all before 7.00.
i don't know what to say about the vigil service itself except that i spent a lot of time thinking �how how how did i get here� & to be baptized i stood in the font & had three great pitchers of water poured over me. i got baptized in my pyjamas.
& the giddiness continued well past midnight into iron chef with bean + hermanito, & a hugely expensive brunch with my family, & a subsequent crash-for-hours sunday afternoon.
(i hate to write like this.)
i am fascinated by the arms of my priest. i am fascinated by my own fascination with religious. it's a little too bellini's ecstasy of st teresa of �vila for me.
i am still d�rang�e & in two hours fortyfive minutes the state i live in is going to kill someone & i am sure the governor, the descendant of an ineffectual president, will not step in.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:I went downstairs and out into the street to go to my happy execution and rebirth.
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And He called out to me from His own immense depths.
...:.Thomas Merton The Seven Storey Mountain
