Thanksgiving Day the sun was out. I enjoyed a lazy morning before heading to church for the Thanksgiving feast. Last I heard there were 52 turkeys involved in this meal. This year, the meal rotated to Gloria Dei so the past weeks have been rather hectic in preparation. Free and open to the community, we served somewhere around 500 meals. I am thankful for all those who have been and continue to be a friend. I am also so thankful for the new friends I am finding here on the Oregon Coast who are so supportive. Other things I am thankful for? Too many to list, too many I take for granted. Very recently appreciated is my alb with pockets. Albs without pockets ought never to be created!
Story. Early one week, a call came in, someone looking for a pastor to officiate at a burial at sea. Somehow I ended up being that someone. That Friday I joined 3 people I'd never actually met at the Charleston boat basin. As I walked down the ramp to the dock, the thunder began. The captain said, "There are already 12-footers out there." Off we went. Thunder. Lightening. We didn't make it too far, barely into the bay, before our passengers said, "That's far enough." Hail. We had a little service under the canvas cabin and the hail let up enough for the woman to scatter rose petals and her late husband's ashes into the bay. We could see enormous waves at the mouth of the bay crashing violently against the rocks. Perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime experience! One of these days, I must watch a storm from the top of those cliffs. When I returned to Clifford, this is what I found:
Some of my current projects include a gift drive for the teens of a local youth shelter. The beginnings of a youth group. Looking for an adult class topic. Writing my 3-month intern evaluation. Though, I also have many "projects" going on outside the church in my personal life. I've been playing a bit with watercolors and Sculpy clay. Zoe is rocking my world, in more ways than one. First, she is really suppling up nicely, becoming (a bit) more accepting of my leg, and building up some schnazzy muscle over her neck and back. All this leads to a fit mare with lots of extra energy (though she's not getting much grain!) and new muscles that leap us into the air or spook us across the ring in one move...and I LOVE it! (Zoe update with a different tone coming soon!)
I am also reading a great book, Writing as a Way of Healing: How Telling Our Stories Transforms Our Lives by Louise DeSalvo. If I remember correctly, one of my very first blogs was about how I was afraid to start a blog because I didn't think I had anything to write or was capable of doing it in an interesting way. That hasn't changed much. I still doubt. I don't write now that I don't have amazing pictures and tales from adventures abroad to share. I get bored writing and if I am bored with my blog....who on earth is going to read it? Ok, some of you might read it, but don't tell me you don't yawn. But, I want to write. How do I break into my creativity again?
Pax.
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