In an unwelcome Advent surprise, I am truly sick for the first time in years. So much so that I actually went to the doctor this afternoon, which I hardly ever do in between annual visits. The nurse called me Cootie Girl. (I like her, I didn’t mind, except I could do without having cooties in the first place.)
Going against my natural tendency to plow ahead (which may have contributed to how I got here in the first place), I’m giving myself a break. Getting plenty of rest and drinking lots of fluids, like Mom says.
I’m aiming to return before long with some new art and reflections, so please don’t go away. Cootie Girl is not contagious in cyberspace. In the meantime, I’m reprising a couple of posts from last year that offer art and words for the two lectionary readings from Luke that turn up this week as well. Scroll on down to check them out.
And if you can figure out how to email me some homemade chicken soup…
An Illuminated Joy
