winston_picHello My Dear People,

And how are you all today? Are you as mildly interested as I am to know that the Blessing of the Animals Festival will soon be here?

(Ed: you’re doing well, Winston.)

Nah – sorry dad, but I can’t do it.

(Ed: but ..)

Hey Peeps!

How’s it going?

My dad wants me to get all ‘serious’ and ‘mature’ in my writing, because he says I’m getting to that age where he thinks I should become like him: grumpy and boring.

(Ed: Hmmmm …)

Not to worry, dad – if it weren’t for me you’d have no style at all. No need to thank me; just don’t cramp my style. After all, I am a par-tee puppy from the East Side, and I like it that way!

Can’t say I was too keen on Hurricane Irma, though, peeps. We were way more than fortunate in having no damage, and no flooding. Actually, the howling wind turned out to have a major advantage: you weren’t subjected to one of Fr. Dad’s sermons for one week, and I didn’t have to hear the noise he makes when he tries to write them!

I just love win-wins!

Of course, others weren’t so fortunate. As if Hurricane Harvey wasn’t bad enough – it was like the winds had decided to do an: ‘I bet my wind’s better than your wind’ competition, with Irma making her point, followed by Maria who was determined to trash her way into the record books.

NOT A GOOD POINT TO MAKE, MARIA, NO! BAAAD WIND!

Dad tells me his major job for the upcoming festival – whose saint’s name I’ve been told not to mention – is to control the weather. Well … perhaps not exactly ‘control’ the weather, but to pray for it.

I’m not sure about this, `cos I figure that he’s been given a job with the lowest of bars, after all, it is a sure thing that we can expect weather, peeps, isn’t it? I mean, where on earth is there a place without weather??? J

(Ed: no, Winston, I’ve been asked to pray for good weather – not some!)

Why ‘good’, dad? If I were you, I’d pray for ‘indifferent’ weather – you know, a bit of a breeze to waft the scents; brisk clouds clipping by overhead, allowing Brother Sun to peep out now and then; and a temperature that won’t make me want to throw my head into my water bowl.

(Ed: you’ve got it!)

If only it were that simple, if only – but time will tell!

Speaking of ‘Brother Sun’ gives me the opportunity to remind y’all to make sure you peeps are guarded against his power – via sunscreen and sunshades – and that those creatures whom you accompany are equally protected.

After all …

NO – I have to say it!

After all, Saturday is the bestest day ever, because we celebrate FRANKIE BABE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Ed: <groan>)

HA! DAD! You can’t keep joy down – not that you’d know anything about joy, being an old misery – it will ‘out’, no matter who tries to stop it.

It’s like Jesus when He made His way into Jerusalem – what you peeps call ‘The Triumphal Entry’. Luke says:

As soon as He was approaching, near the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the miracles which they had seen, shouting:

“Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord;
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”

Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.” But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!” (Luke 19:37-40)

Even the STONES! The Pharisees are the miserable ones: they look, but can’t see anything to be joyful about; they listen, but they can’t hear creation singing in harmony to its Creator. How sad!

To find joy in something isn’t a personal event; it is something that brings you into deep communion not only with God, but with all His creation. We were made to sing together as one – the wolf with the lamb, the leopard with the goat, and a young boy ahead leading them. It should be a young girl though, `cos you male peeps have absolutely no sense of direction.

But that’s the beauty and awesomeness of Frankie Babe: he ‘got it’! He saw the ‘oneness’ of all creation, and witnessed to God’s care for all creatures – even when others couldn’t see it:

Most High, all powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessing.

To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no man is worthy to mention Your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures, especially through my lord Brother Sun, who brings the day; and you give light through him. And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!

Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven you formed them clear and precious and beautiful.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind, and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather through which You give sustenance to Your creatures.

(St. Francis ‘Canticle of the Sun’)

Enjoy the day; sing and boogie!

Keepin’ It Cool, Joyful, and REAL,

Winston.

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