All is Well

Sunday has changed for me. I used to go to church as a duty; now I go as a relaxing pleasure. The choir at the 11:30 Mass this morning sang a song with the refrain, “It is well with my soul.” Now I still have a supercharged superego (according to Freud, that’s the conscience) and with that aspect of my mind at rest, I mellowed in the beautiful melody and words of that song. It was like watching a beautiful woman walk to our table in a restaurant. I use other symbolism too, but I’m still young enough to use this one.