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I’ve been trying my hand, and heart, at the Liturgy of the Hours. With a toddler it’s definitely hard, but I found this most amazing night prayer that hooked me the first time I read it. It goes like this:

Now that the daylight dies away, by all thy grace and love,
Thee, Maker of the world we pray to watch our bed above.
Let dreams depart and phantoms fly, the offspring of the night,
Keep us like shrines beneath thine eye, pure in our foes despite.
This grace on thy redeemed confer, Father, co-equal Son,
And Holy Ghost, the Comforter, Eternal three in One.

Zaya loves it because it rhymes. Can’t blame him for that! Rhymes DO rock.

I’m half-way done painting my giant fall leaf but I’ve been told it looks like an angry Christmas tree, with which I unfortunately agree with. It makes me feel like I stole one from a Christmas tree farm in the middle of the night and all its tree friends are giving me this haunting glare. Must be the encroaching Halloween. I might have to change it into a layer of chaos and start again. I blame my paints, I need new colors. And I blame my brushes, they’re in fairly ghetto condition.

Trick or Treat!

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