I don't often remember my dreams... and talk/write/blog about them even less. But last night is an exception. My sleep last night was filled with anxiety dreams about technological fails... Attempting to do various things online but failing... and the failure was not due to the technology each time but me... This was clearly my (not far below the surface) sub-conscious, trying to process a major gaff yesterday, where we were launching a new online midday prayer based on the Methodist Daily Office, and I (as the host) managed to click on the wrong link and effectively shut everyone else out of the event. I didn't realise this until I had spent 5 minutes feeling somewhat dejected that no-one had taken us up on this offer, and a further 15 minutes going through the liturgy on my own... Getting a certain level of spiritual sustenance from it, but wrestling with a level of resentment that I had given up my "day off" to start this and no-one else could be bo...
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