It is as if there are places my mind has now decided it cannot go, thoughts it cannot think, feelings it cannot enable. It is odd, a sort of silent quietness of the soul.
I do not feel any different. I feel no "better" about myself than last week at this time, not different in terms of the Beatitudes or anything else I should be actually doing and displaying in my life.
There is a certain emptiness that I cannot translate into words, a sort of formless energy that is just sitting there - not particularly anxious or wanting to get out, just sort of there.
And, for what it is worth, I do not feel like I am "pleasing" God any more than I was before. Perhaps it is just the simple feeling that I am not messing up quite as badly as I might otherwise have.