The outside now comes in. The house is designed that way. We can lay in bed and stare outside. Through open windows we listen to the choir of birds, smell the pungent aroma of the marsh and listen to the waves kiss the shore.
Now that the windows are open allowing the ocean breeze to flow through each room, I've moved outside to the Beloved Back deck. The sliding glass doors to the kitchen are open so outside easily slides into indoors and back again.
The Palm Tree with the oyster face, coconut bra and grass shirt is smiling and happy. Green Hibiscus blooms adorn the deck and Fran's thousand shades of green will soon explode and dazzle me.
Winston, the little gay dog, is keeping watch over the Cat Lady next door with her parade of new lovers and hundreds of feral cats. Goddess is laying under my feet lazily observing two squirrels dart through the smiling Palm Tree.
After a nice dinner out we were summoned by our friends Glenn and Vicki to come to their house and make music. As the island is known for impromptu celebrations, we dove in along with Sean and Wen. A new friend was also there and we played and sang.
Sarah meanders out, looking sexy in tight short dress, and tells me where the music is happening on the island today. Apparently a plan is beginning to take form. Sunday will be a day of celebration which is as it should be.
Across the world, people are making their way to and from church where they will enter sanctuaries with stained glass windows. They will sing songs in vain attempts to raise the rafters allowing God in but they'll fail just as they did last week. It's a good thing for them to do though and I applaud them.
As for me, I'm going to sit here and see what unfolds. There is no need for me to go searching for the Lord when She's already here ... raising new leaves to replace the fallen ones, spreading warmth to all who seek it, casting diamonds to dance on the ocean, and listening to the choirs of birds who have no rafters to raise because we're in the Cathedral that God built already.
