2 April

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You formed my inmost being;

You knit me in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am wonderfully made;

wonderful are your works!

My bones are not hidden from you,

when I was being made in secret,

fashioned in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw me unformed;

in your book all are written down;

my days were shaped, before one came to be. 

Psalm 139:13-16

I am 55 this day.

-halfway through my fifties and moving at a steady clip.

In this weeks Boston Pilot newspaper is THIS article 

about the Mass held before the March for our Lives in Boston on March 24th.

He spoke about the importance of gun laws

and how it is grace that calls us to speak as prophets

and not surrender to fear and cynicism. 

It really touched me and makes me proud to proclaim my Catholic faith. 

There is something very satisfying to me about doing laundry. 

Saturday morning I washed the whites 

and of an afternoon we had the window in the bedroom open

and clean sheets on the bed. 

It was a bright and sunny day and 

all the folks out and about today

giant kites flying on long beach and dogs barking on dog beach,

and seagulls calling out to one another at the shore line

as the sun sets.