Linda Sue posted a photo of a northwestern pygmy owl today (below, left). Those colors would make a nice God's eye, I thought.
But... there's the problem of spots again!
Oh well, I'm not going for veracity: I held it in my mind as I worked.
An owl is a pleasant thought, if you are not a mouse.
I was commenting to a neighbor yesterday that the leaves are late to turn. Then this morning, after a rainy night, you can see they have turned to gold.
People are taking the eyes off the fence, slowly, I noticed when I left work yesterday--so I'm not able to fill the fence up, but am filling gaps. That's okay. They're still all along the fence, a vibrant presence.
Sulfur & Marshmallow
I hadn't made any for a few days, and so I still have a couple hours of the audio book on Roger Williams. Listening again after a break, I'm putting something together:
the pastor at the church I've gone to 3x now reflects his denomination's Puritan roots.
And I like that.
With rainbow flags & solar panels mounted on its old, fortress-like stone building, I'd worried this liberal church would be all ooey-gooey sweetness and light, like an Unity Church a friend goes to, which advertises itself as "uplifting and affirming", like a bra.
I don't want that.
The pastor commutes by bike, for instance.
At first I thought that was a ridiculous affectation--big whoop--but then I though, Who do I know (who can afford a car) who chooses to bike?
I can count them on one hand.
So, I get the feeling he has some passionate intensity to him.
Those Puritans were intense. I wouldn't want to know them, but I admire their ferocity.
They are not the ancestors of the New Age movement.
I suspect the pastor is restraining ghosts whispering that he cut off the ears of those who refuse to hear.
I like that he preaches and acts on the belief that what we're doing matters. Or so it seems. I'm new--I'm gathering data, for now.
There may be a whiff of sulfur about the pastor, but as I've mentioned, the Spiritual Director comes trailing clouds of marshmallow fluff.
I have to leave the sanctuary so I cannot even hear her goo-ily guiding us in "gentle reflection".
It goes beyond eye rolling.
To use a word suggested by Micahel:
she makes me writhe.
