Its the end of day 24 on my Water Fast and more than anything lately I have noticed emotions. Mostly these emotions are not attached to anything specific, like, "I am mad (or sad,) about X..." But rather it is more visceral, palpable yet unfixed. The power of these emotions has been intense, and I am rarely in a position (or place) with working, to vent them, though sometimes at home I am explosive, especially with my poor kids. Yet if I yell, talk about exhausting myself.

I felt all the sadness today, and a feeling like I couldn't go on with the fast, and I did cry, and in a weird way I guess I felt like if I would just let myself find the time and space for a good cry out, if one would come on in that context, I would make a bit of a leap forward.

And then there's the yuck. My mouth is a fetid cesspool of what seems like Devil's brew. Perhaps it is.Perhaps this is an acidic life purging itself and God give me the strength to see it through to completion, till all that can be expelled from me is, though it is harrowing. This incessant spitting seems somewhere between saliva and mucous, and it just comes and comes, seemingly from down in my stomach but from who knows where.

I guess I'm not making Water Fasting sound too appealing but that's not the point is it?

Please keep sending your good thoughts. I want to ake it to day forty--only 16 more to go. And on Easter morning, a sweet, sweet orange.