Workshop/ day of retreat for individuals affected by a recent disaster in our fair village.
Haircut/ various attempts to prettify Cecilia up.
Dinner with national disaster response folks.
Photo shoot for Teh Play Petra and I are doing this summer.
Um... sermon? On Mark 4:26-34? The plan at present is to talk about the mustard seed as producing a really annoying weed that is incredibly tenacious... just like the kingdom of heaven!
Drop exhausted into bed... except, I never do. I come home all wound up, and then I stay up too late so that when the alarm goes off at 5:55 I am the walking wounded (like today).
Writing theological defense of what has recently been called "my lifestyle" so that I may have hopes of keeping my church.
Roller-coaster-like experiences of fear, then grace, then fear again, then grace again, until it stops... and, it will stop sometime, right?
In the meantime:
I still live with young people who WILL continue to have their own lives and crises and needs (the nerve!).
I still have a relationship with a very cool woman who is going through her own stuff, to do with her business and building.
And they're tearing up my street. They're digging up gaslines (maybe they're digging for gold. Who knows?). And they've dug up my beautiful yard, displacing about a dozen of my lovely perennials... And I've developed a sudden fear that there will be an explosion.
Which would render all of the above pretty silly to have expended a lot of anxiety over. I guess.
Addendum: My dear friend Sophia has gently pointed out an unfortunate joke made at the expense of those who struggle with mental illness. Not ok. Not cool. I apologize to you, my readers, and ask your forgiveness. I hope Cecilia's place is a place of welcome for all, period.