Brunch, Bocci and Broadway

A cool May Saturday morning, where the weather isn’t sure whether it wants to rain or shine.

A group of elders from Vancouver have eaten brunch and are now out having a game of bocci ball. They are breathing in the air that is also the Breath that has breathed upon them in their discussions.

Friends from Budapest are stopping here for a few days to rest before heading to meetings in the City. He plays Broadway hits and the sound floats through the house as I change beds, and she sits by the fire reading a book.

Steaks in the fridge are waiting for the evening meal.

Gwen is preparing for our trip to Ukraine this next week, Ron works in the garden, and somehow this mix of just being and doing has the scent of shalom.