Remember that scene in "Being John Malkovich", when John Malkovich enters the portal and becomes John Malkovich?
That's how I'm starting to feel here. I know every blog is an exercise in narcissism, on some level. (Go here and look at the t-shirt... brilliant!) I know it takes a sustained interest in one's own life and opinions and processes to journal anywhere, but especially in a place designed to allow an audience to tune in... or, as I'd prefer to think of it, to allow a community to form. But I am hitting the wall, just a little bit, in terms of blogging about what's going on in my life. There are too many twists and turns, and too many conversations that are just not appropriate to be shared, though I'd sure love to do so. So... here's all the information the press office is willing to confirm at the moment.
Things continue to go well at church (hives notwithstanding). People are wonderful and supportive.
My children evidently had a conversation last night about "the stress mom is under." I believe this was in response to a mini-meltdown I'd had the night before over the dishes in the sink, and the notion I was getting that everyone was doing the absolute minimum required of them (as in, "I wash only the things I personally dirtied"). Stress or no, I still want the stinking sink empty when I walk in from meetings or rehearsals at 10:15 PM. Is that reasonable?
Today I had two wonderful visits with members (two couples). In one, we talked about them being in London during the Blitz. In the other, we talked theology. I mean, hard-core, life-death, ultimate things theology. It was so very, very cool.
And, last but not least, I am now officially "on the radar" of the committee responsible for pastor/ congregation relationships in my judicatory (think of it as a diocese, or a district). They talked about me last night.
And that's all I'll say about that.