Gobsmacked is a British term. Your gob is your mouth. I think the idea is that you wouldn’t be any more surprised if someone randomly smacked you in the mouth. That’s how I am right now, as my life has taken an unexpected turn. Other people are gobsmacked as they hear about it.
It is the fact that I am starting the process of entering the Catholic Church. For many years I would have thought there was an equal probability that I might sprout wings and start laying eggs. But this is the next step in a process over 20 years long. I plan to go into detail about how I got here in upcoming posts.
I really haven’t had any motivation to blog for the past few years, but it has suddenly become useful for me again; partly to chronicle my own thoughts and discoveries and partly because I have friends and family who will now think that I have some explaining to do! And so I will try to explain. More to come.