yesterday, I made a rosary for a loved one, who had requested something with wooden beads and a Tau cross… Said cross came directly from Jerusalem:
And here I am, at work on the rosary. The original photograph was turned into a painting by a kind friend and her mother:
I can no longer do up close detail work without my reading glasses.
I have been a bit tired, and bathroom renovations are imminent (lo, the disruption), but I am -really and finally- at last about to start writing Blessed: how to be a joyful mystic. It will be my tranquil winter endeavor. I shall be ensconced in my sanctuary, pen in hand, my window adorned with frost. My heart sighs with joy at the very thought.
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor