Vingt Jours

matisse 10Funerals done (we did two in two locations), I am hoping March is kinder to me than February was.

I always hate February, this February challenged me in unusual ways.  More intensely bad, also more intensely sweet.

You think I like intensity, I do, still, it was a lot for even me.  Flying across half the country tomorrow.  Again.

Something beautiful:

The quality of mercy is not strained;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:

‘T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes

The throned monarch better than his crown:

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,

The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;

But mercy is above this sceptred sway;

It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God’s

When mercy seasons justice.

Merchant of Venice, your man Shakespeare, of course.


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