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Saturday, 19 August 2017

Seeking Sabbath




Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths,

but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion,

that it may give grace to those who hear.

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I am from Boston.

I have rarely been more proud to say where I am from.

We showed up 40,000 strong to stand against those who would

fill our streets with their poisonous hatred.

We drowned out their evil with sheer numbers.

Boston was 40,000 strong today....

We Can't Hear You!

Go Home!

Thursday, 17 August 2017

View the Starry Realm of Heaven


Romans 14:19

So then let us then pursue what makes for peace and for mutual upbringing.

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I live quite close to Boston. I work there.

I feel filthy to be as close as I am to the events that will transpire there today.

It is only 9:00 in the morning as I type this.

I pray that there will be quietness and peacefulness today.

But that is not usually the norm at these types of things.

I am sickened and heartsick and disgusted and frightened

to know that there are such racist, vile, Nazi-sympethizors so close to me.

I want to go into the Commons tomorrow with a pail and a brush

and scrub clean the places where their hate-filled feet touched.

They are Satan.

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This was written by Norbert Capek while he was imprisoned at Dachau.

He died there on 12 October, 1942.

His name appears on a list of prisoners on an invalid transport

to a castle in Austria where he died of poison gas. 

He was raised Catholic but became a U.U. minister later in his life.

I've never heard the song sung but stumbled across it in the hymn book

at a Unitarian Universalist church on Sunday.

View the starry realm of heaven,
shining distant empires sing.
Skysong of celestial children
turns each winter into spring, turns each winter into spring.

Great you are, beyond conception,
God of gods and God of stars.
My soul soars with your perception,
I escape from prison bars, I escape from prison bars.

You, the One within all forming
in my heart and mind and breath,
you, my guide through hate’s fierce storming,
courage in both life and death, courage in both life and death.

Life is yours, in you I grow tall,
seed will come to fruit I know.
Trust that after winter’s snowfall
walls will melt and Truth will flow, walls will melt and Truth will flow.
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In Boston this weekend there are planned protests in response to

what happened in Charlottesville...and elsewhere.

It is unfathomable that we live in a world where

there is still such hatred and evil.

It's important to remember that we are not allowed to sit back and do nothing.

We are required to respond...with love and intelligence.

But to do nothing is unacceptable.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Wednesday's full of Grace

I have begun the habit of lighting a small candle at mealtimes.

Even when, as is sometimes the case because of my husband's work schedule,

I am alone.

The kitchen window is open

a sweet smelling ocean breeze

cools down the house of an evening toward the end of summer.

I say a small grace.

If I've been for a walk along the beach dunes or on the path through the wood

there are wild flowers in a jar on the kitchen table.

Tomorrow is another day

but for now I light a candle and say a grace.


When was the last time you got out of doors?

There is a link below if you care to share.

An InLinkz Link-up

Monday, 14 August 2017

on this day

After church and a quick stop at the weekly farmer's market

I snacked on ginger cheese, fresh peaches,

 homemade gingersnaps and assam tea at the kitchen table.

My neighbor dropped by to ask about the 

morning bus schedule.

We chatted for a bit and she mentioned that she loved my house.

She said it was calm and welcoming. 

Which is exactly how I like it.

14 August

the good

I stopped at the Farmer's market on the way home from church Sunday morning.

I picked up a winter squash and roasted it

with some zucchini, onion, and red pepper.

I added all of that to some seasoned kasha and had a really good dinner.

the random

Joey, Joe and I came upon some lime green acorns

in Marjoram park of a morning.

They are so pretty I put them in a tiny pottery plate

so that we can enjoy them at our leisure.

the fun

Joey has been having a great summer!!

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