I woke up this morning with an intense craving for a good old fashioned breakfast pastry, you know, like a bear claw. So I headed downtown to see if I could scare one up. After navigating my way through the temporary metal fences set up for the Tapestry and Talent Festival, I ended up at Bijan where I had a flakey, tender raspberry swirl pastry drizzled with icing and a shot of espresso (it never ceases to amaze me how much pleasure can be purchased for under five dollars). But that is not where I was going with this post. On my way back from the bakery I passed a gentleman out in front of St. Joseph's Cathedral who was playing the hymn "Amazing Grace" on his flute as people were filing into the church. I sat on the steps and listened for awhile. Now anyone who has heard me sing or hum or do anything that requires carrying a tune knows that I am not a great judge of music but to me this man's rendition of "Amazing Grace" was beautiful. Since I am pressed for time this morning as I'm getting ready for a little dinner party, I'm going to call this moving experience "church" for today.
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