Talking to Owls

 When I go out on our back deck (if Bern isn't there to talk to) I talk to Owls.

They aren't real owls. They are plastic and supposed to scare away something--squirrels? chipmunks? who knows?.

One has been on our deck for years. The other used to be down at the end of the back yard with wings and on a pole. The wings fell off and she fell off the pole so now she is in a huge pot with him on our deck.

I assigned them gender. The wingless one is a girl named Olivia and the sitting one is a male named Oliver.

Clever names, huh?

I don't talk about serious things with them--the weather, the time of day and time of year. Stuff like that.

I don't talk to real owls, though I saw one in one of the trees on our side yard and few weeks ago and tried to strike up a conversation.

None of the owls--plastic or real--talk back.

I could be talking to nothing, just to hear my voice.

But I prefer talking to owls.

Try it out. You'll see what I mean.

A good night's sleep

 I haven't been sleeping well for a few weeks.

Saturday I probably slept 4 1/2 hours and then went to church.

But Sunday, I had a good night's sleep!

I went to sleep before Bern and only work up once--4:20 a.m.--but dozed right back off.

Sleep really matters.

It changes the whole next day.

Funny thing, it's only 3 p.m. and I'm a tad sleepy.

Just longing for last night.

Sleep well, my friends, sleep well....

Healing

 The Healing Service after church today went well.

Almost everyone came up for anointing and prayers for healing.

Some shared a particular issue and others just wanted general healing..

It went so well we may do it a Sunday a month.

Healing is something we all need.

Usually we know it, but sometimes not.

Long for healing and have faith it will come.

Dog Dream

 I had a dream last night about our dog.

A young couple came by the house, he was dark and she was blond and both were tall. They told us they were new to the neighborhood and had built a 'dog room' in their house.

They wanted to know if they could take Brigit to see the 'dog room'--whatever that was.

Bern said they could, without asking me.

They came back and said Brigit really liked the 'dog room'.

The next day they came back and asked if Brigit could spend the night with them.

Before Bern could answer I asked, "where will she sleep?'

They said, 'the dog room'.

'And where will you sleep?' I said.

"Our room," they answered together.

I told them 'no', that Brigit sleeps in our bed and I never wanted to see them again.

Then I woke up.

I told Brigit about the dream, but she didn't seem to understand.

Dogs....

A.I. in my computer?

 I've noticed that things I write about in emails suddenly show up on my computer when I go to look at news and things.

Obviously, I'm an Episcopalian, but every time I go to Microsoft Edge I get ads to buy Episcopal stuff.

Plus, I mentioned the Gospel of Phillip (from the Gnostic Gospels) in an email and suddenly there are ads to buy copies of Phillip and the Gnostics on M. Edge.

I hate and fear A.I.--I think it will make us dumber (several studies frorm MIT prove that) and it will take over our lives in ways we're not aware of...like our computers.

Maybe I'm just being anxious, but I don't think so.

Our normal human intellegance gets us in enough trouble (like this: I don't think I spelled the 4th word in this sentence correctly!).

And think of the trouble our votes in the last presidential election got us involved with!

But AI will get us in even more.

Believe me, AI does not have our best interests in it's 'artificial' mind....

Healing

This Sunday I want to preach about healing.

In the gospel for the day, Jesus raises a woman from the dead--but before than, another woman, who is seriously ill, touches the hem of his garment and is healed.

I think a lot about healing.

I pray for those (including me) who need to be healed.

I may even offer prayers for healing and anointment with oil after church for any who want it.

I long for things in life to find God's healing.

Especially our beloved country turned inside-out by the oligarch who is president.

But also for the healing of those I love--their relationships and their bodies and their minds.

Healing is God's greatest gift to us.

Lean into God's healing power.

Long to be healed.

 

 

Did I not post yesterdsy?

Monday is a blur to me. I don't know why.

I went to the library and got great books, including a David Rosenfelt mystery that is a prequel to all his others. Yea!

I also got Bern Winston Gold and me Marlboro Red. Yes, we both smoke (Bern more than me). Get over it and have a cig....

I slept until 9:07 a.m. this morning and skipped breakfast for coffee and my Tuesday group chat.

We talked about Baptism a lot.

M. told them how I always invited everyone--I mean EVERYONE--to receive communion.

Then I told them of the half-dozen or more folks who came to me, after receiving communion, to ask to be baptized.

The font leads to the altar, but the altar can lead to the font.

Those of some of the moments I remember most in my 21 years at St. John's in Waterbury.

We also talked about our own baptisms.

I will spare you that for now--but maybe in a day or two....

Great Tuesday to you!