The planning.

For the guy who reads this blog.  And all the rest of you.

I am hungry.  My stomach is hungry. 

My face and neck are sunburned, but sometimes I feel it on my shoulders... which didn't see a lick of sun.

The leaves are shiny green and matte red.

I worked on an introduction to my talk for Sunday over lunch at Starbucks.  It just happened as I was reading Henri Nouwen that I wanted to start writing about it.  I was okay with what came out, and in fact, was immediately happy to have written it. 

It came out like grace.  However, my stomach just tied a little knot of anxiety thinking about piecing together the psalm sections and deciding which translation or song or paraphrase fits best... and then timing them all... oh my.  Anxiety, begone!  It will be what it will be, thank God.

The fire is under the cauldron.  The pot is being stirred.  The fragrance is wafting.  The host is preparing, the guest is being prepared.  Ready the feast!