Two hours after I posted my last post, I received a phone call from our interim minister telling me that her 92 year old mother had died. Five minutes later I had agreed to lead the Sunday service at church, which meant writing a sermon—we call it a message.
Sunday has come and gone, the message was written and delivered, and my week of silence, solitude and simplicity has begun again. But life goes on. I spent the morning changing some frequently flyer reservations (not simple) and attending to some on-line tasks relating to my book, which is now scheduled for ‘publication’ at the end of August.
Why do I tell you about my daily hum-drum, very human life? 1) Well, it is fascinating to me, because it IS all about me. 2) Writing helps me figure out what I’m thinking, feeling and doing. 3) If stepping into someone else’s thinking helps me understand what’s going on with me, I’m hoping that the same might be true for you. If not, you don’t have to keep reading.
Sunday has come and gone, the message was written and delivered, and my week of silence, solitude and simplicity has begun again. But life goes on. I spent the morning changing some frequently flyer reservations (not simple) and attending to some on-line tasks relating to my book, which is now scheduled for ‘publication’ at the end of August.
Why do I tell you about my daily hum-drum, very human life? 1) Well, it is fascinating to me, because it IS all about me. 2) Writing helps me figure out what I’m thinking, feeling and doing. 3) If stepping into someone else’s thinking helps me understand what’s going on with me, I’m hoping that the same might be true for you. If not, you don’t have to keep reading.