Invitations

the trees--the frosted red with dusty green peaking through--these i love the most

the exhibits at the Eiteljorg--greg and i went Friday--i stood in front of some of the paintings in the contemporary gallery amazed. so stunning and beautiful. (See "Ancestor" by Robert Houle here.)

the mass--went today

my living room by candlelight

a quiet read with time stretching out ahead of me

my very quiet room, dark, door closed--good night to the busyness of the day, just before greg comes to bed

this poem:
Spring Song
the green of Jesus
is breaking the ground
and the sweet
smell of delicious Jesus
is opening the house and
the dance of Jesus music
has hold of the air and
the world is turning
in the body of Jesus and
the future is possible.
~Lucille Clifton