Thursday, August 7, 2025

Brigit

Bern told me that Brigit, our dog, wouldn't come downstairs if not on a leash while I was in the hospital.

And now, being home, Brigit seems worried about me. She hangs around me more than usual and follows me wherever I go.

As I write this she's laying on the floor two feet behind me.

I take her as a good luck charm--and I need one!

Brigit is a dream....

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.