my first workshop went well. it helped, of course, that i did it before an audience of people i generally know, love and respect.
a funny thing happened about an hour before it was time to start. i was tidying up my writing room, and wondering when the angels might be arriving.
i distinctly heard the doorbell ring. Beloved was downstairs, cleaning up the chairs. i didn't understand why he'd be ringing the doorbell, though it was certainly possible he'd locked himself out. but i distinctly remembered unlocking the door that morning...
so i went downstairs. there was no one at the back door, and Beloved was busily engaged in his cleaning.
why'd you ring the doorbell, i asked, as i tested the knob to see if it was locked. (it wasn't.)
i didn't ring the doorbell, Beloved replied.
you didn't? i asked again. you're not locked out?
of course not, he answered. the door was wide open.
it's nice to know the angels are not only punctual, but polite.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.