Mary Magdalene, Friday January 5, 30 CE

So often I feel a sense of relief when Jesus goes off on a trip.  Then I feel guilty about my feeling of relief, and then I feel anxious about my feeling of guilt, and soon my feelings pile up and I regret feeling anything at all.  But if I didn’t feel anything at all, that nothing feeling would be worse than anything.  At least I still care deeply about him, whatever the actual feelings are.

At least he didn’t exorcise me again today.  I’m just a bit under the weather.  If only  he knew how it feels when your husband keeps telling you you’re full of demons.  Oh, here I go again about feelings.  Time to give Mary a hand and get the place tidy, now that lot have gone.  I’m looking forward to a nice restful Sabbath.