Catching up

Where I've been: Maine and the Bronx.

Weather: hot, and hotter still.

What I've been doing: helping a friend get her house ready to sell.

What I learned: dust sticks to your skin when you are aglow with heat, and dust is not an effective mosquito repellent (alas).

What I did in my quiet time: too much reading, not enough prayer.

What I read: A Wizard of Earthsea, The Tombs of Atuan, and The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin, The Book of Air and Shadows by Michael Gruber (just finishing that one today, I think). Winners all.

What I prayed for: patience, compassion, and physical endurance for me and for my sister (please do the same, thanks).

What's next: Margaret Whiting's birthday party today, then a merry jaunt on Friday to New Haven for the Cabaret Conference at Yale.

After that: solo CD sessions, writing, and the dog days of August, during which I will be thinking of Shadow, and Shekinah, and Sonya, and Garbo, and Beau, and Spring, and all the way back to Amber, all those pointy noses and sticky-up ears in the front row of my cloud of witnesses. My communion of saints.

Here is a blog they would have liked. Go there, read a bit, and then look below at this stained glass from St. James Evangelical Lutheran Church in Chicago, a place that was a blessed stop along my path. I gazed long and often at this window. Do you see what I see in the center panels?

Pointy nose, and sticky-up ears. Oh yes, and angels too.