Morning At the Bird Feeder

Songwriters: VALLANCE, JAMES DOUGLAS / REYNE, JAMES MICHAEL

There’s a light in the valley
There’s a heart all alone
And the door is always open

Go away from your window
Pull the shades way down low
And in a whisper words are spoken

Higher and higher
Taking you there
You’ve got to fly
You’ve got to care

When the feelings gone
And you can’t go on
Slave
When things ain’t right
You wanna stay all night
Slave

Looking for someone
Who will always be strong
And who will not let you hide

You need your defender
For right or for wrong
You know the path is deep and wide

When the feelings gone
And you can’t go on
Slave
When things ain’t right
Don’t give up the fight
Slave

 

thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
e. e. cummings

Easter

Water in the Font...Remembrances of Baptisms Just This Past Weekend

It was very peaceful at St. Albert the Great Parish, as Marilyn and I painted yesterday afternoon. 

Painted Embellishments

Everywhere, symbols of our Easter journey!  It had been pouring down rain all afternoon and the light was subdued.  Working in the St. Anne’s room on the Tree of Life, felt like being cozy at home on a bad-weather day. 

Kindergarten Angel...Like an Egg...A Spirit Yet Unborn...Small Cry in a Cacophony Of Angel Voices

By the time we left the church, it had begun to snow…large wet flakes.  A magical transformation that led, eventually, to about a five inch accumulation on everything.  The trees were particularly beautiful.  Because there was so much snow, I didn’t go out to Change the Landscape: One Bag At a Time and it was a wonderful respite. 

Layers

A very brief slide show, with a few images from our home parish, St. Albert the Great. 

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