I met a bunch of the RevGals tonight. I was SO fired up about this that I know I talked people's ears off. Sorry! It's not too much of a secret that I'm a little wordy. I don't have that kind of clergy/colleague/female support and friendship where I am right now so I was pretty excited to meet some of the ladies in person. It also helps me remember who's who a little better. I haven't been good at that.
I'm also hoping that this renewed energy for blogging will stick coming from the meet-up. I guess renewed energy isn't the right word, but permission is what I'm talking about. Permission to NOT right a 3 volume post every time. Little short snipets are OK. I like reading those from others, and I think I can do more short reflections and updates so that I don't feel like I'm way behind when I sit down to do deeper reflections.
The Festival is going well. It's my first time really thinking hard about preaching. I basically just got through my one intro class in seminary because I never thought I'd be a parish minister. Don't ever say that to God. Now I'm preaching full time and loving it, but wish I could go back and take preaching 101 again so I can hear what it is that they said. I'm feeling commissioned for the task again here at the Festival. I hope I'm absorbing as much as I'm enjoying it in the moment. I think I'll buy some of the CDs so I can remember them and revisit them later!
Missing the kiddos. It was like this a lot more when Karoline was an infant. In that call I worked almost every night so Phil was essentially the primary caregiver. I haven't had that as the case for about a year, and I forgot what it was like to just see her (and now her and William) just for 20 minutes in the morning - - some of the most stressful 20 minutes of the day.
I'll get them back next week, though, when I take them to Florida to see Mimi. 3 hours on a plane with 2 kids by myself. Fun fun fun!!!!!