Cabin Fever.

I want to go outside!  Of course if I do, I won't be able to breathe.  And it's 78 degrees in my room.  My bones appreciate it, but not my COPD.  Also?  Makes my heart race.  Shucks!  You know I meant shite, right?  
   Anyhoo, stay with me, if you're interested.  If not, go ahead on, I won't get my widdle feelings hurt.  
     So, about God.  YEAH.  Again!  I'm a priest.  What did you expect?
     One of my heroes is Saint Julian of Norwich.  First woman to write a book in English.  Lived during the Plague. All we know aside from her book is that she had a cat   Julian might not have been her name.  Her anchorhold was built into the side of St. Julian's Church.
     I am reading Love's Trinity, which contains her book as translated by Fr. John Julian, OJN and a commentary written by an Associate of the Order.
     I love it when things like this affirm my experience of God.
    I wish you Love
  I wish you Peace.  I assure you all will in fact be well.
     

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