Take baby (Zena) to Church. Lots of people. Hear Father Andrew preaching and smell incense. I put the car bed down, get candle, kiss icon. I have great trouble getting up! Someone sees me and smiles. I sit down in the middle and listen to the sermon. It is about Africa and primitives. At this moment Father Andrew = female preacher with long hair. I wonder at this. I distinctly see a white band holding hair back.
Father Andrew is himself again. We are walking down a street that is brilliantly lit up, with balloons and many people. It is like an Easter parade! He is wearing white-yellow robes and he has an arm about me. As we walk, we talk about how to teach children: "I am deeply committed to the fact that children do not just learn visually." I almost shout; he smiles and I remove my arm, but he still holds me, almost upholds me. "That is why I am in the Church, because when they see you do this--give Communion--then they really learn!" He agrees and I snuggle in his arm as we walk in perfect joy and peace.