SUNDAY EVENING

Between the new computer, laundry, cats, apples and a produce run something fell through the cracks this weekend.

The Ducks won in overtime in rain and windstorm. Yay for the secondary quarterback who stepped up and did a darn good job in a game that was anybody's right up to the last score.

For Sunday evening,

I soothe my soul at the harp of poets:
    joy of heart,
    peace of soul,  
    truth of utterance,
resound in living light this evening.
May the soul of all beings be preserved in
    harmony
    from Winter's night
    all winter's day.

Grandmother of Memory,
Grandfather of the Dream,
May I sleep safely in you.

From the Celtic Devotional by Caitlin Matthews