Our recent field trip to the Mediterranean may have made some of you a little envious of the place I am living. But in reality, as I type this, I am sitting in our rented home with a current inside temperature of 103 degrees F. (I'm not exaggerating) Air conditioning, like clothes dryers, is not available. On top of that, yesterday a dust storm enveloped the city. We rushed to close the windows right before it hit and then had to keep them closed for over an hour creating a virtual oven inside. Last night we took turns getting showers throughout the night just so we could sleep. One of my daughters soaked her gown and slept in bed like that, without my knowledge. Her bed was bone dry this morning. I hope you are all feeling thoroughly sorry for us. Anyway, since my brain is melting from the heat, I don't have anything stimulating to share today, except maybe to remind you to count your blessings... Now I need to remind myself of the same thing and go play Pollyanna's glad game so I can get through another one of these scorchers. Ah, yes...here's something to be glad about. At least I don't live in THIS situation.
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"These poems are works of elegance...In a voice both compassionate and compelling, Bryana presents her readers with works that examine what it means to be human and how our very faults and foibles can, in the end, become instruments of grace."
- Wendy Galgan, editor of Assisi
“Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much, but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Then he turned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
And since then, O Kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog-”
The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis