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Bunnies, Punnery, and Art. Retired cheesemonger actively seeking a first call in the PCUSA.  

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Support your local park rangers

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bunny orchestra

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Beware the Ides of March

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Andrew Valko, Happy New Year

Andrew Valko was born in Prague, Czechoslovakia in 1957. Valko studied woodblock printing in Japan with master printmaker Toshi Yoshida

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I didn’t know he was Jewish.

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Mothltav

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SAINT JOSEPH

Here’s a short poem by Madeleine L’Engle imagining Mary speaking about Joseph, her spouse.

It was from Joseph first I learned of love. Like me he was dismayed. How easily he could have turned me from his house; but, unafraid, he put me not away from him (O God-sent angel, pray for him). Thus through his love was Love obeyed.

The Child’s first cry came like a bell: God’s Word aloud, God’s Word in deed. The angel spoke: so it befell, and Joseph with me in my need. O Child whose father came from heaven, to you another gift was given, your earthly father chosen well.

With Joseph I was always warmed and cherished. Even in the stable I knew that I would not be harmed. And, though above the angels swarmed, man’s love it was that made me able to bear God’s love, wild, formidable, to bear God’s will, through me performed.

Poem: O Sapientia by Madeleine L’Engle in A Widening Light: Poems of the Incarnation edited by Luci Shaw (Regent College Publishing, 1997) page 21

Art: Saint Joseph by Giovanni Gasparro, 2013 (detail)

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Light-Up Chandelier Earrings // Diana Caldarescu on Etsy

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Going to a Stranger Things 3 Party and we're bringing wrapped Demo-dogs and a cheesy upside down dip.

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Sunlight Streaming Through a Stained Glass Window by jina11 on Flickr.

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Durham Cathedral , Durham, England, UK

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this is a stained glass appreciation post

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Gethsemene by Mary Oliver

The grass never sleeps. Or the roses. Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning. Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept. The cricket has such splendid fringe on his feet, and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body, and heaven knows if it ever sleeps. Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did, maybe the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn’t move. Maybe the lake far away, where once he walked as on a blue pavement, lay still and waited, wild awake. Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not keep that vigil, how they must have wept, so utterly human, knowing this too must be part of the story.

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Cosmovitral: The Stained Glass Botanical Garden in Toluca, Mexico

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Ides of March?

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Hey friends! I wanted to share that my side series, Cryptid Club, has reached it’s online half way point. Is it just me or is this going way too fast?!?

If you haven’t taken a look yet, here’s all the places you can find it:

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