I played for a service tonight at the Interfaith Peace Chapel. It was a Taize service with a celebration of the Transitus of St. Francis. Both are moving services in their own right, but experiencing them together was exceptionally moving.
After the service, a few of us went to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. As we were walking in, I was struck by the shapes, lines, lights, and darks of the pathway leading in.
And yes, I had tamales for dinner.