Joan Chittister writes that the primary task of life at this time might be not to fear the fear. Every sign of change, the things I fear losing, is a call for new beginnings, not an end.

I had a rough night last night but a much better day today. My flower photos are healing. I love the detail and work involved, and I love the result, but I struggle to believe I am capturing such beauty. I’m done for the night; I have some serious meditating to do.

I’m going to the Cambridge Food Pantry tomorrow morning to help pack 66 kids’ backpacks with good food. Maria is coming too, so I’ll see you then.

My Calla Lily still shines; I still remember it. I was going to misspell the name – throw a bone to the wolves – but I decided to be sadistic, and we don’t want that.