Elliott Bay Books street party

It's real; adios Pioneer Square, hello Capital Hill.

Easter Sunday, lead by women

Man is man; and it often stops there.

Our full realization is beyond this arresting moment, where
limitations don't lead to full spiritual surrender. I need a woman's
voice - and loving guidance - to get on the surrender path. For this I
am fully blessed this Easter,

con paz,
frank

Bi-lingual chants

The children lead us in the Passion presentation; to a vision of
sacrifice, giving up to the will of God.

Father Tony lead us to kneel and kiss the Cross from which our slain
Saviour was hung; but not forever.

What was journey to hell my Jesus; what did you say to them knowing
they would stay and you would leave?

con paz,
frank

Stations of the Cross made from found driftwood

Walked the internal edge of St. James to view the stations of the
Cross. Vivid imagery as Christ surrenders to His fate, for me. You
bled for me Jesus; what have I done for you?

Julee is in town from NYC; she nibbled on locks while I devoured
pesto. Her green tea was not my espresso.

con paz,
frank

Holy Thursday bread

Mass at St. Marys; loud in voice, quiet in reflection. Father Tony
leads us by lowering his head in prayer, kneeling.

We wash each other's feet; share the Passover mysteries in Spanish and
English. We break holy bread then share community bread.

At home just after midnite, the moon is dull red setting into the
southeast horizon. It is Good Friday.

The rain now falls steady.

con paz,
frank

Art Walk salvation

In the barren streets, found God's beauty in the alley behind the
closed Elliott Bay Books.

Tridium raindrops

Art Walk before Holy Thursday mass.
Unspectacular thus far.

Glass studio was bright colored; nothing revolutionary in design.

Patrons look bored, where's Jesus?

Street musician plays someone else' material, bleh.

People still smoke cigarettes.

frank