Attended Mass today at St Ann’s, also known as Communion of Saints.  It is the first time I have been inside the Church even though it is a short distance from my home.  I was steered away from the Church by a former conservative friend, warning against their liberal policies, their wandering away from the traditions of Catholicism.  Expanding and enveloping, I was touched to be deeply moved by a Sorrowful Mother and Sacred Heart of Jesus devotional room set off the Cedar Road entrance.   My heart melted, photos a must.  During Mass with an impressionable young priest, a charming young man, awkward and unorthodox a bit, I found myself enamored with him, admiring his bravery in donning the collar.  He is deeply in my prayers. I am going to cut this short. Just finished a lengthy impromptu conversation with my neighbor, Carter’s neighbor.  I intended to say more, embracing the idea of moving away from religious pursuits that cross over to fanaticism, unable to broaden personal horizons, stagnating in attempts to be superior in faith.  The porch sitting has been nice, the neighbor entertaining—exploring ideas of salsa dancing which the significant other and I will do this Saturday at Nazca.  The friendly personable neighbor accentuates the idea of making an offer to Carter regarding the sale of his home.  The photos of St Ann’s speak for themselves.