Il Duomo-Florence Italy Dec. 2010Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Welcome Morning
There is joy in all
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the cannon towel newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning
in the outcry from the kettle that heats my tea each morning...

in the spoon and the chair that cry, "Hello there..." each morning
in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning. All this is God, right here in my pea green house each morning
and I mean, though often forget, to faint down by the kitchen table in prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck for their marriage of seeds.
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the cannon towel newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning
in the outcry from the kettle that heats my tea each morning...
in the spoon and the chair that cry, "Hello there..." each morning
in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning. All this is God, right here in my pea green house each morning
and I mean, though often forget, to faint down by the kitchen table in prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck for their marriage of seeds. So while I think of it, let me paint a thank you on my palm for this God,
this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The joy that isn't shared,
I've heard dies young." -Anne Sexton
Saturday, December 25, 2010
From Our Home to Yours

"Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us,
that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
It may weave a spell of nostalgia.
Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer,
but always it will be a day of remembrance-
a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved."
Augusta E. Rundel
Friday, December 24, 2010
Filling Our Hearts With Song
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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