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seven swans

This morning, bed exerted a force.  I had a hard time.  But I got up.  I dressed and made a sandwich for me, a sandwich for Ming.  We went to the Catholic Worker house.  We gathered and prayed.

Then we went to the serving site.  I did towels.  Ming did bread.

Then we went back to the Catholic Worker house.  I rinsed pots.  I talked to the pot washer.  I told him Ming and I don’t really do Valentine’s Day.  We do our anniversary instead.

Then we had our usual Saturday morning meeting.  Then we broke–braked? breaked?–and went upstairs in the other house to the prayer room for a visioning meeting.  We hashed things out.

Now we’re home.  I made rice and tea.  I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens’ album Seven Swans, which I haven’t listened to completely in a long time.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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