Sunday, April 12, 2015

Low Sunday


Today is Low Sunday and the air is filled with the smell of slow cooking pork, which my neighbors have put on their fire pit, and with the sound of chickens, which have escaped the grill. The peacock is strangely silent.

Rain is falling and I reflect on Thomas, who touched the wounds of Christ. "My Lord and my God," he said. My dog, Blue Anselm, doesn't seem too struck by this and dozes on the kitchen floor. He is a natural theologian.

God bless,

LSP

2 comments:

  1. Blue Cleric paces himself and holds himself in reserve in case an emergent threat makes itself known (such as the postman arriving with the mail). He also contains unnecessary enthusiasm for the routine so that his pleasure at important things (such as shooting) can be fully actualized.

    It's why dogs are smarter than many people.

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  2. I think that sums up the situation entirely.

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