My Rebecca saw Northwest writer Bryan Doyle live several years ago and raved about him. Since that time he has passed away because of brain cancer. But last evening on Vashon there was a presentation of some of his poetry acted out. And My Rebecca got me to go to that and I am so glad.
He was a marvelously creative person and being that he writes about our area it is twice as special. Well, maybe it is three times even as he was a Catholic and that showed up in his sensibilities. At least I could see it there. I have read some of his books and so has My Rebecca. So, we were familiar and talkative about Brian and his work.
It is the First Sunday of Lent today. Still no flowers at church. It always looks so bare and austere. Part of my personal ritual upon arriving is to get into the flowers, to get into beauty to begin to enter into the mystery that I will be participating in. Without the flowers it is a different process for me. I have to work harder, just an observation.
Time to go and work on my firewood again. The sun is out and begging me to get out there. A little lunch and get to work for Felipé.
Thanks for coming by. Always good to see you loves, Felipé.