Up not early for these days of managing to sleep later, but shortly after four o’clock, and stayed: schwarz Kona mit ein bißchen die wunderfullen schokolade and browse the text for this week.
As everyday, today someone is a year older and we honor St. Mary the Virgin:
Luke 1:39-56 (DLNT)
Mary Goes To See Elizabeth
39 And having arisen during these days, Mary proceeded to the hill country with haste, to a city of Judah, 40 and entered into the house of Zechariah, and greeted Elizabeth. 41 And it came about that when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb.
Elizabeth Recognizes Mary As The Mother of Her Lord
And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit, 42 and exclaimed with a loud shout and said, “You are blessed among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. 43 And why has this happened to me— that the mother of my Lord should come to me? 44 For behold— when the sound of your greeting came-to-be in my ears, the baby leaped with gladness in my womb. 45 And blessed is she having believed that there will be a fulfillment to the things having been spoken to her from the Lord”.
46 And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, 47 and my spirit rejoiced-greatly over God my Savior. 48 Because He looked-upon the lowliness of His slave, for behold— from now on, all generations will consider me blessed, 49 because the Powerful One did great things for me. And His name is holy. 50 And His mercy to generations and generations is on the ones fearing Him. 51 He did a mighty-deed with His arm. He scattered ones proud in the thought of their heart. 52 He brought-down rulers from their thrones, and lifted-up lowly ones. 53 He filled ones being hungry with good things, and sent ones being rich away empty. 54 He helped Israel His servant so that He might remember mercy, 55 just as He spoke to our fathers— to Abraham, and to his seed forever”. 56 And Mary stayed with her about three months, and returned to her house.
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And so happy Mary’s day, happy birthday to whomever, and blessings on Walt, Betty, and especially Mike, Toni and the kids as they and friends and loved ones struggle with all that’s going on in Denman Springs.
Morning’s wandering into the briar patch by this week’s art “Gipsy Woman with Child” introduced me to Lajos Tihanyi (1885-1938) a Hungarian expat who, like last week’s Symeon Shimin, lived and worked in Paris. Tihanyi’s style has been characterized as neoimpressionist. As last week with Shimin, I’m working out the relationship to this week’s lectionary readings. Gipsy Woman with Child:
Off the path stroll through the brambles of Esperanto and seeing I might learn it quite easily, but for what purpose, to what end? A failed dream of internationalism.
During this morning’s walk, paused at the intersection of Hamilton and 3rd Street where, sometime in the nineteen-forties, I stood my post as school boy patrol, and snapped a 180° pano, yielding an odd scene of three forks: left is looking north on Hamilton down the hill toward Massalina Drive, center looks east on 3rd Street toward Cove Blvd, right fork looks south on Hamilton toward Cove School and Cherry Street. To signal us off patrol, someone at the school waved and shouted "off patrol" and I shouted down the hill to the boy on patrol at 3rd Street and Cove Boulevard; meantime whoever was on patrol at Hamilton and 2nd Court signaled and shouted to the patrol boy at 2nd Street and Cove Blvd, and at whoever was at Hamilton and Cherry Street. Most official. Not shown: Robert standing behind me this morning and the house where the Bowman family lived in those years nearly three-quarters of a century ago.
And now breakfast on 7H porch: scrambled eggs with parmesan cheese and mushrooms, eight raspberries, thin ww toast, black Kona.
7H porch 79.7° and 82%, wind 6 mph and sunny.