Friday's postcard, and a prayer on the winds of time

August 9, 2024

“The hours to home” (2017)

Nagasaki

I don't pray as often as I used to, nor as much as I should. But I knew I would need some quiet space, this morning, for extended contemplation and spiritual knitting.

Today is Nagasaki Day, which, in my orbits of consciousness is a familiar moral sojourn. I was born at Hanford, where the plutonium for the core of the …