Monday Morning Musings

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  • Monday, my day "off."
  • Ryan leaves for Afghanistan at 10:30am Eastern time for a 16month deployment
  • I think he may be "safer" in Afghanistan than Baghdad?
  • This is really difficult, I worry about the safety and well being of our troops, so young.
  • In three weeks I turn 50
  • How does one celebrate a 50th? A big party or a quiet day?
  • I'm having dreams that I am in the midst of a Tsunami (really!)
  • We have our big annual church meeting in two weeks
  • What will we choose to do, live or die?
  • I am in five search process, two haven't contacted me since before Christmas - so they may be over, two are in the very early stages, and one, well I would really like the one
  • I use to preach without a text. Ok, I'd write the text, but I'd internalize the content and not use the notes...
  • I use to meditate twice every day
  • Now I am just a muddle
  • I have been off antibiotics for a week, no sign of the infection returning (that's really good)
  • I continue to try and rally this parish and hope they find what excites them
  • I am getting more involved with refugee ministries
  • I want to build a teen center in our church for the middle schoolers, we have two middle schools within a mile of the church, and nothing for kids to do after school, no community center
  • I appreciate RevGals and the community there
  • The Bears made it to the SuperBowl
  • Until Sept. 2, 2007, Saturn is opposing my"sun" and conjuncting my "ascendent" which, if you care about astrology, helps explain the muddle and intensity of my life - me I know a fair amount about astrology, from a previous life interest, but I don't know if I believe it.
  • There is snow on the ground, if I had a fireplace I'd light a fire and drink coffee and read all morning. Instead I have to exercise then go into the office to take care of some newcomer packets, then find some way to enjoy my "day off."

Comments

Cathy said…
Wow you have a lot going on! No wonder you are dreaming about tsunamis!
1/22/2007 5:19 PM
Unknown said…
I appreciate your musings, and hope the infection stays away, the church chooses well, the search process proves true and the young man stays safe.
1/22/2007 10:42 PM
Unknown said…
And even though I'm four years away from it, I was thinking just this morning that when I turn 50, I want to throw a big party!
1/22/2007 10:43 PM
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