not a conundrum
It caught my eye. From a Roman Catholic retreat website, "Is God luring you out into the desert?" Much earlier than I'd hoped for a sleepy Saturday, this predawn morning I woke from another of a recent spate of anxiety dreams, into the blinding flash and explosive bang of a thunderstorm. So, stumblingly up and turn on my coffee. Sacrifice to Father Nature, back, and it's brewed hot & black ready to sit down at my bayside window and, still rattled, sip from my magic mug, watching as the thunderstorm flashes and rages through. Why the anxiety dreams? I've not spoken to you lately, but I'm wondering: why these unsettling anxiety dreams? Once, forty years ago, an answer came, "I AM speaking to you, Tom Weller," I don't expect that ever again, but I'll try to relax and figure what comes. Some years ago - - it was Spring 2008, I participated in an eight-day retreat called Credo. The "national church" offered them for Episcopal cl