I am usually under-prepared for July, which means officially slipping past the halfway mark through the year. This year is no different. (Isn't it still 2020?) Time seems to be running through my fingers this summer. Sometime in May, a friend texted me: "This was the weekend the pandemic ended," and each weekend seems to vie for that honor — each is more crowded, more busy, full of travel, louder, and faster.
Catholic Artist Connection July Reflection
Catholic Artist Connection July Reflection
Catholic Artist Connection July Reflection
I am usually under-prepared for July, which means officially slipping past the halfway mark through the year. This year is no different. (Isn't it still 2020?) Time seems to be running through my fingers this summer. Sometime in May, a friend texted me: "This was the weekend the pandemic ended," and each weekend seems to vie for that honor — each is more crowded, more busy, full of travel, louder, and faster.