|My new Jesus statue (his nose is broken), courtesy of Boston's one and only Mary the Hairdresser, a living saint. |
She gave me a bag of pistachios, too.
Cards on either side also from living saints--I know many.
That would be today!
Here's an insert I received in a card from a dear friend--oh hell, ALL my friends are living saints:
Desire, longing, and yearning;
Hunger hankering and ache:
May you know the presence
Of the God
Who makes a home
In each of these.
I hope all your friends are, too.
Thanks to each and every one of my readers for lighting the way and making life worth living.