Sunday in San Mateo.

When you get to worship in a beautiful place like this and meditate in a garden like this for over thirty years,  a large part of you just stays there.    Everyone who enters naturally falls silent.  This is just not another meeting room.  It is sacred space.  I was blessed to worship there today, to kneel in a favorite place and afterward to visit with dear old friends.

My dear old choirmaster is now semi-retired to being “just the organist.”  When he plays this carillon from the organ console,  no one thinks of him as “just” the organist.

Back then, for me, this is where god lived.

On to the afternoon and good food with good people.  Anne is one of my oldest friends.  We call each other “cactus friends” because our friendship survives with infrequent watering.  I brought her the potted cactus she is holding for her garden.  Here she is in front of her special place.

Finally off to meet the adorable Matteo Balbueno and visit with Stacy, his beautiful mother, Mary-Margaret’s oldest friend.  He seems to like his Made-in-Oregon log truck.

And Sunday in San Mateo was over.