
The rosemary is in bloom. There is a legend that the Virgin's mantle turned the flowers of rosemary this delicate blue.

And here is the Red Haven peach tree at the peak of bloom and glorious beyond words.
Shabbat shalom, y'all.
--the BB
Miscellaneous spiritual, aesthetic, cultural, and political explorations by a world citizen
Despoiler of death, you have delivered us from the last enemy, claiming us forever as your own. All glory to you!
Lord, we resist yet know you call us to die to self that we might truly live and we know it is the false self we must die to, not the truest self you created us to become. We usually think of this in terms of our individual selves but do you not also call our collective false selves to die? The Church, on every level, is going through bad times these days. Could you help us as your body to also die to self - to forget, by your grace, about institutional survival and abandon ourselves to service and embodiment of Gospel? I think it would joy your heart and suspect the world would know more joy also. Thanks.
He who is rich made Himself lowly for our sakes: rising from the Supper, He took a towel and girded Himself, and bowing down He washed the feet of the disciples and the traitor.
--Lenten Triodion
Jesus, you handed the sop to Judas but, as I recall, your friends all ate that night and that same night they all forsook you. When it comes time to live as you ask us, we all fail rather miserably. I'm rethinking the "gates of hell" bit. The church may prevail against its own brittle death-dealing self. Sigh. If your Spirit can renew the face of the earth it can certainly renew us. We need to be raised from the dead. Srsly. Domine, ad adjuvandum nos festina!
Lord, how often are we in the position of those Greeks. We would see you. Even if we put aside our distractions and deceits, you are often obscured, even and especially by your churches and our godly pieties. Set us free from all that hides you: smarmy platitudes, easy answers, self-serving lies, and every distortion of your pure Gospel. Teach us, and teach your church, to follow you in the way of the grain, to die to what we know in order to be raised into what God knows.
Ever since you rose from Jordan's muddy waters, Jesus, you have disturbed us, questioning our assumptions, challenging our way of doing things, upsetting all our power structures, and daring to force us to reexamine who we are and what it means to be fully human. Now you insist on marching headlong toward the nearest seat of power. I told you, nothing good will come of this, and you gave me that tender, infuriating look that insists it will. Lord, help my unbelief.