Sunrise 6:39: Laying on of hands

Yes, these are not normal First Blush images - the kind that make the DJs appear outdoors and able. This is the reality for the Dawn Joggers today. It's less about the feet - and all about the head, both medically and spiritually. Today was about tomorrow, when they find out the severity of the male DJ's inoperable (due to location) brain tumor. (Want details up to tonight? Visit the male DJ's blog.) So, because it's the Sunday closest to All Saints Day, they headed to where they'd get a joyous All Saints celebration, St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church located on Potrero Hill in San Francisco. St. Gregory's salutes the dancing saints 365 days a year in wonderful images and liturigal dances, so what better place to visit on the official church holiday. They heard from co-rector the Rev. Donald Schell about he and his wife's recent visit to Malawi on work for GAIA (which is headed by the very saintly the Rev. Bill Rankin, who they knew from their days at All Saints Pasadena). After the service, there was a healing prayer, and the male DJ presented himself, asking for healing for himself and delivrance for their beloved Booka, the female DJ's father, who lingers in very frail health. Then it was on to UCSF (ok they were still very much themselves, stopping for lunch at some hipster spot in the Mission where they were decades older than than the rest of the clientele). At UCSF, the male DJ had ficucial markers placed on his head by two able young women, in advance of an MRI that will provide the neurosurgeon a roadmap tomorrow morning for the open biopsy. When they got home, the female DJ took Cassie the dog on a little jaunt around the Stanford Red Barn and saw the sky in 'last blush.' So it may be with this blog, in pause until both DJs are joyously, once again, greeting the dawn together. (That said, the male DJ is pushing the female DJ for postings when she is running solo - and maybe so, if the sprit moves.)