I really need, want, to write again here. In the quippish world of facebook world there is no anonymity. Here, I had (some) anonymity but I never knew who read. It's a lot easier for a friend of mine to write some funny comment (quip) after a post on facebook; less common, exponentially less common, to get comments to know who is reading here. And so for two years I've been stuck trying to decide: do I blog again here, do I write posts under my actual name, do I just do notes in facebook?
More and more I'm leaning here. I want to write a memoir, and this will provide me a place to sketch vignettes, moments...memories.
Plus, I wrote a lot here about my recovery over the years and that recovery is proceeding pretty well right now. I'm in a good spot for the most part though I have plenty left to process. I can do that here also.
So, it's summer; I hope to get something up here before too long.
I haven't been feeling well the last few days, a sore throat and fatigue, neither of which seem to be getting worse. Allergies? Maybe. Tonight Steph and I are driving to Tahoe to see Long Beach Short Bus, remnants of Sublime; she knows the guitarist from high school and she and I have met Eric the bassist a few times.
And tomorrow, we're off! (if we can get our shit packed!) Sunny so cal. Actually, it's pretty sunny where I am, but you get the idea. First my brother's in Ontario, then Two Harbors, Long Beach, back to Catalina, and then home. And maybe back again the first week of August! I have lots to do to get ready as S is working. I want to try and hook up with the so cal contingent of this blog, maybe even get the guts up to show up at Bethany for one of the hip services, but these trips are very whirlwhind and we have lots of family to see spread all over the place, plus diving with Mikey. If I get time to catch up with anyone Long Beach way (Mike, Dav…
Wife and son have the bug and went out late to the midnight after thanksgiving sales...best of luck. I am far too old for that madness.
I had my first meeting with my priest and formally announced my intention to enter discernment. Or, in the lingo, "articulated my call." I really don't like the "call" term. I mean, St. Paul, blinded for three days in Luke's account; now that's a call. Surely, Peter, fishing when Jesus shows up and says follow me; that's a call. My own complex process of discernment? Not sure if the term fits.
I said a long time ago, right here on this blog, that I'd only enter ministry if 1) I had the desire 2) others had the desire for me and 3) circumstances permitted. I actually think number 2 has been the case, quietly the case, around me at my parish for some time; I'm sure I'll get the chance to explore that more deeply. Right now number 1 is pretty much still the case for me. I am trying to be very carefu…