We are looking a little groggy here because the keeper kept us up most of the night. She couldn't sleep. Was it the green tea? She was wide awake like we often are and sat in the living room amazed by the brightness of the night sky which made it seem like a late winter afternoon and which bathed all the lawn furniture and fences and railings in white light. It was very still and she sat there drinking warm milk while we watched her and wished we could share in the milk. Finally we all went to sleep at 5. Needless to say we had a very rushed morning as she clattereed around trying to get ready for her church gigs. It is Trinity Sunday, and she told us it was a mystery. And she remembered something which Paul Coutihno said about the mystery of God--not something to be discussed and pried apart like a machine, but to be pondered like koan...even moreso than the fish dwells in the water, surrounded by it, breathing it, we live in, breathe in and out God's mystery. We are swimming in God and so wrapped up in it all we can't fathom the mystery. We are not fond of swimming ourselves, so it's a little hard to wrap ourselves up in this image. She likes it, and that is good for her. We would prefer to use the idea of sleep and dreams since we are fond of that activity and we often find ourselves caught up in the dream of the cosmic cat. We hope we will all enter the mystery of sleep tonight.
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