I found the loveliest reference photo for my last leaf drawing, but got only about 1/20 of the way through actually drawing it before I had to go to sleep, and in the subsequent two days I haven’t had any more energy for that or the new daily project of some other kind of art: I have COVID. It seems like a mild enough case, and I hope it will remain so, but it is still sapping all my oomph.
Righteous rage, and the fervent wish that no one else endure what my family did, will power me through tomorrow’s service, which is on the real connection between guns and freedom. Of course I will be preaching via Zoom. Then I can return to pampering myself until I am energetic enough for the few days of work I’d planned for this week.
Art will return when it returns, and I’ll post it here when it does.
Sermons in Stones 
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July 2, 2022 at 9:05 pm
Mary Grebenkemper
Oh, no! It must be one of those variations that vaccinated people are getting. I’m so glad you are giving your sermon tomorrow, though it sorrows me to think of the pain you and your family and father went through and painful memories that can get triggered. Still, it’s a sermon that needs to be heard. I told my friend, Jeannie, about it. She hopes to join Sacred Text reading on Wednesday –she loves Emily Dickinson, and has some favorite poems by Dickinson that would be suitable for Sacred Text reading..
Rest well and take care,
Mary
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July 2, 2022 at 10:03 pm
Amy Zucker Morgenstern
Thank you. If the only symptoms I get are the ones I’ve had so far–your basic flu-y aches and the smallest exertion’s resulting in my needing a nap–I will have gotten off lucky.
These are old scars for me, but I am definitely aware that they might stir up a lot of painful memories in others.
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