dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, September 02, 2017


I want a hunk of amethyst.  I have wanted one for a long time.  I cleaned my desk and made a place for it.  Maybe tomorrow we'll go to the rockshop.

This morning we went to the Catholic Worker to serve, wash dishes, and meet.  Then we grocery shopped.  Then we went back to the Worker to housesit for a few hours.  I went up to the prayer room to play ukulele and sing.

I also wrote a bunch of letters.  I also txted with Mom.  There's a heatwave where she lives and it's too hot.  At least we here have swamp coolers.  All she's got is a fan.


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