I'm having a wonderful week with poets, fiction writers and other nonfiction folk in Collegeville. The workshops have been enriching and the writing time mostly productive. An introvert's dream.
I was mining past blogs for some essay ideas and discovered I've had a blogaversary!! Two years at this odd practice of journaling online! Thanks for reading! I'll be back to more unedited drivel on a regular basis when I return to normal life.
I'll be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my ordination in about a month. There's a lot that could be said there, but in these summer months I'm conscious of the ways that this preaching life has made mine different from most. Such as:
I've never become much of a competitive runner, or skier -- or even a fun run runner -- because so many darn races are on Sunday mornings. It's so unfair.
The long leisurely Sunday morning over brunch and the paper?-- don't know anything about it. My only breaks from this life have been to have babies, which doesn't offer much morning leisure either.
All those calendars that start the week on Monday and give half a space for the weekend? Make no sense to me.
As I start to look at the life of a parent with kids in extracurriculars, I'm that much more reluctant to sign my kid up for ANYTHING that involves weekend commitments. We already spend Sunday mornings in scheduled activity (as do many church families, but they spend more of that time together. . ) . . .why would we add anything else to precious family time?
I don't mean to whine. It's just that sometimes the 450 plus weekends that I've spent working seem like a significant loss to personal and family life.
Sorry for the long silence. I've been busy managing the house while Will has been traveling and the church while my colleague is in Tanzania. I'll get my turn away next week at the Collegeville Institute's writing workshop "Writing is Believing."
I've also been enjoying our wonderful CSA produce and reading about the bounties of the earth in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Kingsolver's depiction of how her family decided to eat wholly local for a year is seductive.I'm jealous not only of their gardens but of the cooperative nature of the family project that led to the book. I would love for our family to be able to experiment together in such a way. . .maybe once they're all potty-trained.
I also love her mini-rant about the culture of manners in our society: it's of course unacceptable to steal or to chew with your mouth open, but if you suggest out loud that someone's choices might be stealing from future generations, that say, your neighbor's Hummer might be a vulgar use of energy that others will pay for later in carbon emissions, you're being horribly PC. Will and I struggle mightily with instilling our children with our values without having them catch the not-so-Christian disdain we have for those who live -- in our oh-so-perfect judgment -- wastefully.