Tonight’s service, again, was beautifully simple and peaceful.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out this post post real quick:
https://nealenjoy.com/2024/02/28/taize/
The chant tonight was centered around this theme:
“There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole.”
Yes! There IS hope, there is the possibility of healing, there is a balm.
So again on this night, may Peace be your Portion.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR’s beautifully delicious fresh Veggie Fajitas.
YUM!
2. Voting!
3. The privilege of waking up each morning. (Everybody doesn’t.)
4. Narcissus. Now! Now?
5. The sky!
Look up this Weekend!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR cavorting around in local bamboo.
2. This incredible salad from the other day. Do you know the joy of salad?!
3. Grandson Gabriel being a standout in the regional basketball championship for eighth graders here in Savannah.
And here he is continuing to hog the trophy.
(FYI: I yelled and clapped far too inappropriately loud at times.)
4. Having at least a dozen reasons to smile everyday! (What have you smiled about today?)
5. Savannah’s Perfectly Pretty in Pink February!
Okay, maybe I have more than five Happy Bringers this Friday …
6. Beautiful morning coffee and breakfast burrito at nearby cool and hip Origin Coffee Bar. (Because of course I know what is cool and hip.)
7. This animal-looking stump thingy Robert and I saw on our Fort Pulaski/Cockspur Island hike the other day.
I sorta wanted to hug him.
Weekend hugs to you!
HR (Husband Robert—you know that) and I are together probably 95% of the time.
So this evening, after we did a little shopping, Robert suggested that I shashay down BY MYSELF to my favorite oyster bar here in Savannah, Sorry Charlie’s.
So I did.
Chef’s Sampler, dozen. With lots of fancy names and points of origin, which I promptly forgot.
I have this quirky habit where I turn over the oyster shell once I eat the oyster.
Four left.
Just DELICIOUS.
But I wonder who the first person was, who decided to eat … an oyster!
Last one.
I hope you ate something delicious on this Sunday.
I love this photo from this afternoon. Grandson Daniel, young Savannah actor/singer, hugging my ex-wife Donna, his Nana, after performing as the (really, REALLY) bad guy in the musical “Bright Star.”
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Our seasonally inappropriate yet longevity-embracing pumpkin from last fall … who simply refuses to give up the ghost.
2. Like they have done in winters past, someone “decorates” our Washington Square with newly fallen camellia blooms.
3. Our incredible digestive systems, which take the food we eat and voila! gives us energy and health. Thank you, Tummy.
4. I try to keep roses around as long as possible. Why wouldn’t you?! Here’s a reiteration (is that a word?) of some white beauties that Robert gave me on Valentine’s Day.
5. R and R. (Robert and Red.)
May this weekend bring you an extravagance of Joy.
So today Robert and I invited ex-wife Donna to join us for our church’s noon day Ash Wednesday service, which was beautifully somber and peaceful, marking the beginning of the forty days of Lent in the Christian liturgical calendar.
Afterwards we went to one of our favorite local, casual seafood restaurants for lunch, Driftaway Cafe.
I hope you’re having a good day on this 2024 February 14th Valentine’s Day.
Unbeknownst ahead of time, Robert gave me roses, and I gave him a rose bush.
As I have mentioned before, he likes to give multiple cards on special days. (Which I thought was kind of weird at first but now love it.)
His Three to Me …
And mine to him …
Yes!
Here’s the article …
https://www.cnn.com/2024/02/12/sport/taghi-askar-100-year-old-diver-spt-intl?cid=ios_app
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