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Sunday's Thought

Lord make me an instrument of your peace!

Where there is hatred let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

To be understood as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

Their Mom is 30 Today

I would like to tell you something profound about how I feel today-- kind of warm and teary, to tell you the truth-  because 30 years ago this afternoon at 1 o'clock my daughter Sarah was born on the Haines clinic in a blizzard--  (WAIT! WHOOPS?

Sunday's Thought

From June Callwood: "If people were kinder, they would be happier. If they were happier, more people would be kindly. If more people were happy the world would be kinder. If the world were kinder it might survive."

Greetings From Studio A in Windy Juneau

I have spent three days recording the audio book of Find the Good for HighBridge Audio Books at Betsy Simms' Studio A here in Juneau at the Juneau Arts and Humanities Council. (Once I got the part to basically play myself, I asked if we could do the recording somewhere closer than L.A. or N.Y., and after consulting with Betsy, they agreed it could be done in Juneau.) We recorded Tuesday night when I got off the ferry from 6-9 or so, then Wednesday morning, took a break and did a little more in the afternoon, and then I came back Thursday morning to finish up.

Monday's Post Card of a Windy Sunday

The ferry from Juneau was canceled, so all the swim meet kids and the junior high basketball tournament kids are still here until today's ferry. James and his mother decided to stay until tomorrow's quieter, less crowded boat, when all three of us will head down to Juneau together. I am recording my new book there. Find the Good will be my first book on tape, I'm hoping it is so terrific that I can do the other two. (We'll see...) I had to audition to read my own words, but I got the part, which inspired me to try out for Dancing at Lughnasa.

Sunday's Thought

Hold a baby to your ear

As you would a shell:

Sounds of centuries you hear

New centuries foretell.


Who can break  a baby's code?

And which is older--

The listener or his small load?

The held or the holder?                     --- "Conch", a poem by E.B. White

Dancing at our Time of Day? You Bet.

"Dancing at our time of day?" Is a line from the play Dancing at Lughnasa, that I get to say about it not being proper for the so-called "mature" Irish sisters, all unmarried, to attend a dance. "Do you want us to be the laughing stock of the countryside?" The proper Kate, who is ancient-- the oldest at 40, the script says. 



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