I welcome these early-dark days, and the winter coolness in the shadow of the San Gabriel Mountains. Constantly seeking out quiet, I walk frequently to the chapel at St. Elizabeth of Hungary to pray Vespers.
Above is the doorway of the main church, and a shot of the Westminster Presbyterian Church just south of St. Elizabeth.
Thanksgiving day, before wrapping up my polenta pine nut torte and departing for my friend Julia’s,
I walked up to the church as well. I knew the chapel would be closed but the walk was itself lovely, what with the changing leaves, brisk-ish for Southern Cal air, and smell of cooking turkeys wafting o’er the sidewalks.
I sat for a bit in the Mary grotto.
Then I walked around to this side niche and prepared my heart for Advent.