realised eschatology (for cats)

‘What do you want?’  she asked.

Sensible question.  But the one to which I seldom know the answer.

I want a thousand things that are everything and nothing all at once:  things that are true, but that I never seem to know how to make real.  Things that I would think are reasonable if someone else said them, but that I still talk myself out of — assume are impossible, unrealistic.

Molly, on the other hand, wants a cat treat.  And she has done such a good job of trying to get it herself, that I must now give it to her.

I’m sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere.

what I learned on retreat

  1. my body arrived in Wantage several hours before the rest of me
  2. the better the view from the desk, the more ink cartridges one needs
  3. ‘For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
    and do not return there until they have watered the earth,
    making it bring forth and sprout,
    giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
    so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
    it shall not return to me empty,
    but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
    and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
  4. oh, for a place where creativity flows, and stimulus abounds
  5. alternately, silence would do.
  6. or both?
  7. I am better at preaching on the gracious love of God than living in it
  8. old apple trees have seen a lot of violence
  9. cats can have goatees
  10. there might be different ways to be a priest
  11. the ‘right’ spiritual director remains a blessing, even after 10 years.  (which is not to say that there aren’t other ‘right’ and necessary people too.)
  12. When I dig down deep with the question, ‘what do I really want?’ I find that Virginia Wolf was right

will love bloom?

So, I had a short spate of good blogging — and then I reverted to silence.  But it’s time for the annual questions:

Does the Scottish Episcopal Church want and Advent blog?   Are there enough people willing to produce it ?  We didn’t run it last year, and it may be that its day is done.  However there were lots of people who said they missed it.

The previous seasons are here:  love blooms bright

If we decide to write, I’ll tidy it up a bit.  Funny how quickly these things age.

Please pass word on, and let me know if you want to take part.