Sacred Imagination for Chapter 4

[pobble_reads]

Again apologies for being so slow at this. I think the logistics of Sacred Imagination particularly slow me up (though I love it as a Practice) but I guess we’ll see if that’s true as I move on to other kinds of Reading. Mostly though I’m just experiencing lockdown related inertia in everything.
Again I recorded myself reading the passage (and went eep! over the sound ,of my voice in recording rather than in my own head) so that I could concentrate on imagining

“Take care! Take care!” Cried Gobbolino, but the hobgoblin made one bound into the dairy and slammed the door.
Now every kitchen cat knows that no one might enter the dairy between sundown and sunrise, except the farmer’s wife, but Gobbolino had no idea with it.
He trotted round and round the kitchen gathering up the wool and the knitting-pins, trying to set them straight again, but all in vain. When the hobgoblin bounced back from the dairy sucking his fingers, which were covered in cream, the tangle was hopeless as ever, and there was nothing to do but put it back on the cradle just as it was.
“Well I’m off!” said the hobgoblin, jumping out of the window in one leap. “Maybe I’ll come back again and see you another night, maybe I won’t. Goodnight, my little witch’s kitten, and pleasant dreams to you!”
Gobbolino feel very relieved when the hobgoblin was gone, and he had bolted the window fast behind him.
“I have learnt the first lesson of the kitchen cat,” he said “I should never open the window again.”
He trotted back to his box beneath the kitchen table and slept the rest of the night without waking.