Blue sky, sunshine, shadows. We are all luxuriating in the sunshine. And then the fog came back in. a passion flower vine is climbing the huge old oak tree by my yard. It looks like the tree has big red blossoms.

Went to a chaplain meeting at Community Hospital to review the recent New Yorker article about the difficulty in our culture to work with dying and living fully while one is still alive.

I love the New Yorker.