Plain in the city

A plain Quaker folk singer with a Juris Doctorate in his back pocket, salt in his blood, and a set of currach oars in the closet, Ulleann Pipes under his arm, guitar on his back, Anglo Irish baggage, wandering through New York City ... in constant amaze. Statement of Faithfulness. As a member of the Quaker Bloggers Ad Hoc Committee I affirm that I will be faithful to the Book of Discipline of my Meeting 15th Street Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Thanks to a very old friend...

I had a funny dream for a Quaker last night... not funny in that way... Genie and I were on a bus trip ... coming back from the mountains with a group of Quakers. As we were getting off the bus I could not find my pipes... Uilleann pipes are not replaceable, they cost as much as a small car and take years to make... so I was rather... upset. The bus driver was helping us search the bus and I was franticly praying to St. Anthony (the funny part for a Quaker). Well just before I woke, we found the pipes. I awoke remembering that sometimes even we Quakers who don't generally go in for these things, might thank St. Anthony for finding small parts of ourselves that are so important. Thanks.


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