So much to tell you about next week-- watching Gold Rush Alaska with friends and the Lighting of the Fort in the worst weather ever. The choir sang outside, knee deep in snow amidst torrential slush. But first, a little day of rest from my desk for me, and Sunday's Thought for you. It's from Mary Oliver's poem, Where Does theTemple Begin, Where Does It End?
There are things you cannot reach. But you can reach out to them all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.
And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.