No Bad News Today

See, sometimes it's good to set boundaries with the Universe. The Universe needs to know past which points it cannot push, because then? It Does Not Transgress them, but chuckles heartily at us small minions.
Yesterday, the day after I decided I was Done With This Week, the World Sucked, People Were Stupid, I went to a Patty Griffin concert. (whoo!!! Insert awesomeness here) It was, of course, fabulous.
For those of you who don't know, I aspire to be like Patty Griffin, at least in the singing category. I try to chant like her, sing traditional Anglican choral music like her (three guesses how that usually turns out; Latin does not lend itself to soulful belting. Tallis is somewhere shrieking at me.) and I walk around my small apartment pretending that really, it is not out of the realm of possibility for me to chuck the whole priesthood gig, and instead hit the road as a traveling minstrel.
Last night, I got to sit way way up in the back of this really old theater and watch this really tiny woman sing her heart out for almost two hours straight, with no sign of a break. It was better than middlin' church.
Or, to be fair, it was a pretty excellent description of what church is supposed to be, when it's doing its job properly; a group of people getting together, reflecting together on the deeper parts of what we know about being human, and, hopefully, getting better as a result. All led by someone who's brave enough to walk on out in front of us and be really really human up on stage for us to see, so we can take notes.
Hey, maybe I can do that after all....