Iris DeMent's Sing the Delta, Gladys K. Bush's My Markings, a candle, and a vitamin taken with cold coffee I didn't have time to drink this morning, after a day of classes, a lunch lecture and L'arche. This is the kind of peace I pray for.
("[C]ommune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. ... Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.")
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