It’s chilly and grey here in the Hinterlands this morning, but, wow, is it peaceful, gang.

So quiet. With just a hint of autumn coming early.

Yesterday went by in a flash. Two really easy, really beautiful shifts with some wonderful clients.

The evening shift client is that new one, who lives in that gorgeous, enormous split-level house that you need a map to find the bathroom in. That home in the hills of Granville, behind the Bryn Du Mansion.

I was having lunch at Subway, trying to kill time between shifts because I didn’t want to arrive at her house too early, when I finally decided, just go.

And I’m glad I listened to that inner voice, because when I arrived, she was alone in the house. “Thank god you’re here,” she said. And she looked very stressed out. “I was getting panicky.”

And so we sat in the recliners by the TV, and we chatted for awhile about anxiety. Hers as well as mine. And we both ended up feeling a lot better about life, even though “time changes everything” and there isn’t a darn thing we can do about it.

But it was beautiful. I often learn so much about myself when I’m trying to help guide my clients to some sort of spiritual clarity about their own situations.

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Okay.

Here’s this.

From Instagram. I have no idea who he is, but I thought he was just gorgeous. From a Native American account I follow:

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And here’s this.

Another topic that will be discussed at the upcoming New Insights into the New Testament Conference, 9/26-9/28. (You can attend online. $79 if you buy your ticket by Sept, 13th. Buy tickets HERE.)

A talk with Bart Ehrman — “At the heart of Jesus’s message was a call to repentance in anticipation of the coming Kingdom of God, so why did his followers dramatically reverse this teaching after his death?”

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From night #2 in Baden-Baden, Germany, last night!

Another great encore!! Crimony, gang; I would pay the $1700 it costs per ticket just to hear these encores–

And here are a few photos from last night–

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And on a similar topic…

I had such strange dreams last night.

Partly having to do with the anxiety stuff I talked about with my client last evening — anxiety stemming from how things that we love about life disappear and we can’t do anything about it.

And partly about Nick Cave.

There was this Instagram account that I really, really just loved. Well, technically, it’s still there but it’s almost completely inactive now. But every morning, for years, when I would wake up before dawn and check my Instagram app, the first photo in my feed would always be a really delightful post about Nick Cave and my morning would just be off to such a lovely start, even hours before the sun actually came up.

But that hasn’t happened for a long time, and in my dreams last night, I kept dreaming about it over and over and over — about how that doesn’t happen anymore. Even though I know people grow out of Instagram for whatever reasons, it’s just yet another thing about life that I used to love that has changed.

Here’s an example — from over 5 years ago. Nick Cave wearing what appears to be a shoulder holster. Yay!!

However. On we go.

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Okay, I guess I better scoot!

A brief shift today with my favorite 95-year-old Japanese client! Then some grocery shopping in town, then a Saturday night just chillin’. Then a phone conference with Sandra tomorrow morning, regarding updates on our Off-Broadway play, “The Guide to Being Fabulous”!

Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this.

One of my all-time FAVORITE songs about SATURDAY!!

Back in the mid-1990s, I used to chat with Mark Pritchard on the old-fashioned PHONE on Saturdays. We would catch up about how our week had gone. At the time, he was a writer/publisher in San Francisco, and I was a writer/publisher/online content producer in NYC.

I always loved those chats with Mark. He was one of my closest freinds back then. And I would often play this record and think about him.

And I found myself singing this song again, when I got out of bed this morning, and I was thinking about him!! 30 years later…

The classic from the Sandpipers, 1969. “Come Saturday Morning.” Just beautiful. Enjoy, gang.

“Come Saturday Morning”

Come Saturday mornin’
I’m goin’ away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-spend
‘Til the end of the day

Just I and my friend
We’ll travel for miles
In our Saturday smiles
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

[Chorus]
Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday mornin’

Come Saturday mornin’
I’m goin’ away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-laugh
More than half of the day

Just I and my friend (My friend)
Dressed up in our rings
And our Saturday things (Saturday)
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday mornin’

[Bridge]
Come Saturday mornin’ (Saturday)

Just I and my friend (My friend)
We’ll travel for miles
In our Saturday smiles (Saturday)
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

[Chorus]
Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday morn
Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday morn

c – 1969 Dory Previn / Fred Karlin