The homely song of red-winged blackbirds rises over the sound of rain, and flashes of red, gold, and black cross the treetops. Lent is a good time to be tired and sick. It's a good time to remember human need and frailty while also remembering joyous life ready to burst through the surface-- Love hanging heavy on a bony tree. 


Here lies the end of August through the new year, and now I'm caught up to 2019. Give me a handshake!