Hi guys,
I've been meandering into the world of blogging in slow-motion and thought I might update the Eastern Collective while I was at it! I hope all is well. Our semester just got rolling a month or so ago here in the bridge. Because that's where the name "Ambridge" originated you know--the American Bridge company. Oh dear. Anyway! My semester's started off smashingly even though it is already distressingly cold. The Osborns and I and our other roommate Laura Fay have jump-started our intentional community project, Experiment House, in both its residential and non-residential aspects. We had a house blessing a few weeks ago that began with the house blessing from the Anglican book of Occasional Services and came to glorious crescendo in at least three hours worth of Rock Band. Our other roomie Laura is a non-nerd friendly to nerds and Rock Band is something she agrees is an awesome way to spend our fun together time. We also got the non-residential aspect of the community going with a community dinner last Friday that ended with Compline and spontaneous 4-part harmony renditions of "The Strife is O'er, the Battle Won", the "Compline", and "Brightest and Best of the Stars of the Morning" (it was freakishly cool--no preparation, no coordination. It just happened). Some things don't change too much, now do they?
In other news, I am working with Pittsburgh Region International Students Ministries for my Mentored Ministry program and have been meeting with visiting scholars, graduate students, and post-docs from primarily China, India, and Japan. There is something to being a nerd that transcends many cultural boundaries. I'm also working on my thesis still, and in a fit of spontaneity, TA-ing homiletics this semester which is turning out to be rather fun. Preaching is such an interesting art! Helping other people learn out to preach is even more interesting!
Turns out my spot in the preaching rotation at Trinity's chapel just happened to be for the Feast of St. Michael and All-Angels (which was this past Thursday) and I preached my first ever sermon on angels. It so turns out that it is only the second sermon on angels I've ever "heard", the first being one that I read by Lancelot Andrewes . .. which was preached Christmas Day 1605 . . . would looove to have a TARDIS to go back and hear that one in person. Sigh. Anyway, I've been excited about the Feast ever since, so happy Feast of St. Michael's--just in case you missed it!
Anyway, I'm sure plenty of you have exciting things coming up--I'd love to hear about them if you do.
Peace and long-life,
Seretha
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Warning: Depressing Crap Deposits Ahead
You know, when I think about 2010, my first thought is that I really hope the door doesn't hit its arse on the way out. If I had a choice, I would roll this year back to about May and do it all over again, and avoid some of the tragedy that's shaped this year. But then I started to think a little more broadly, and the truth is, it hasn't been half bad.
-Jared & I spent most of the year in jobs we genuinely liked.
-We willingly and excitedly left those jobs to do what we really want to do - go to seminary.
-In PA, we've made some wonderful new friends, reconnected with one old one (yay Seefa!) and started making a home here.
-Our first semester was difficult, but ended rockin'ly, and thoroughly confirmed both of our callings.
-My little yarn business closed its first year well into the black, and is getting ready to expand.
-I have been off meds all year, and considering what this year has had in it, that's pretty remarkable.
There were plenty of hardships, but they were largely expected. We moved twice, and more or less completely changed lives when we moved here. There were some intensely busy times that were testing for both of us. But we knew it was coming.
It's the unexpectedly awful that seems to have colored this whole year for me. It's changed how everything has looked and felt; it's changed what everything means. It's changed us in ways we're nowhere near done figuring out. We lost two babies to early-term miscarriages in June and August. Both unexpected but very much wanted, and no explanation.
I could talk about how these losses changed me for the better. How they woke me up to how complacent I had become. How these little lives had a purpose. And it would all be true. But it would all be too soon. I've learned a lot about grief this year, and how to deal with grieving people. The most basic thing I've learned is that, when someone is in the thick of grieving, no amount of meaning in trial, hope for the future, or anything else will be comforting. The only thing that would make it better is if it hadn't happened. Period. Full stop. So when you are overwhelmed by the need to fix something, to make it better, just don't. Just give them a big hug and let them talk if they want to - let them curse at God, and don't try to answer their Big Questions. Except maybe with this: Jesus was a man of sorrows too. The cross is about the only truth I still find compelling.
That's why I look back at 2010 and just want to undo it. I'm still at that point when all I want to do is go back and have the bad things not happen. I'm sure in a few more years I'll have a lot more perspective, and I'll be grateful for the ways God has used tragedy to make me more into the person both He and I want me to be. I'm just not there yet.
I'm not sure what to expect in 2011. But I do have a few goals. They are qualitative rather than quantitative - I don't do diets or numbers or stuff like that - but they mostly revolve around getting a little more outward-turned. I tend to just sink into an unconscious mode of passive self-gratification that's more like a stupor than an actual life - that's what this summer really started to shake me out of. One can be very contentedly half-alive, and I was almost to the point that such an existence was really enough for me.
So my goals are simple. Talk less, listen more. Worry less, pray more. Knit for myself less, knit for others more. Because probably the best way to give meaning to life's crap is to let it wake me up.
-Jared & I spent most of the year in jobs we genuinely liked.
-We willingly and excitedly left those jobs to do what we really want to do - go to seminary.
-In PA, we've made some wonderful new friends, reconnected with one old one (yay Seefa!) and started making a home here.
-Our first semester was difficult, but ended rockin'ly, and thoroughly confirmed both of our callings.
-My little yarn business closed its first year well into the black, and is getting ready to expand.
-I have been off meds all year, and considering what this year has had in it, that's pretty remarkable.
There were plenty of hardships, but they were largely expected. We moved twice, and more or less completely changed lives when we moved here. There were some intensely busy times that were testing for both of us. But we knew it was coming.
It's the unexpectedly awful that seems to have colored this whole year for me. It's changed how everything has looked and felt; it's changed what everything means. It's changed us in ways we're nowhere near done figuring out. We lost two babies to early-term miscarriages in June and August. Both unexpected but very much wanted, and no explanation.
I could talk about how these losses changed me for the better. How they woke me up to how complacent I had become. How these little lives had a purpose. And it would all be true. But it would all be too soon. I've learned a lot about grief this year, and how to deal with grieving people. The most basic thing I've learned is that, when someone is in the thick of grieving, no amount of meaning in trial, hope for the future, or anything else will be comforting. The only thing that would make it better is if it hadn't happened. Period. Full stop. So when you are overwhelmed by the need to fix something, to make it better, just don't. Just give them a big hug and let them talk if they want to - let them curse at God, and don't try to answer their Big Questions. Except maybe with this: Jesus was a man of sorrows too. The cross is about the only truth I still find compelling.
That's why I look back at 2010 and just want to undo it. I'm still at that point when all I want to do is go back and have the bad things not happen. I'm sure in a few more years I'll have a lot more perspective, and I'll be grateful for the ways God has used tragedy to make me more into the person both He and I want me to be. I'm just not there yet.
I'm not sure what to expect in 2011. But I do have a few goals. They are qualitative rather than quantitative - I don't do diets or numbers or stuff like that - but they mostly revolve around getting a little more outward-turned. I tend to just sink into an unconscious mode of passive self-gratification that's more like a stupor than an actual life - that's what this summer really started to shake me out of. One can be very contentedly half-alive, and I was almost to the point that such an existence was really enough for me.
So my goals are simple. Talk less, listen more. Worry less, pray more. Knit for myself less, knit for others more. Because probably the best way to give meaning to life's crap is to let it wake me up.
A Brand New Year!!
At my new job in Baltimore, I work with a young woman with disabilities who has a very hard life at home. She dreads the weekends, when she has to spend two days sitting in her house with nothing to do. She spends those two days in solitude, waiting for Monday. Finally, it arrives.
"Good morning, K.," I offer weakly as she prances into the classroom, oh-so-early. "How are you?"
"Quintuple awesome!" she responds, staring at me intently. "It's a Brand New Week!"
As often as it's happened, it still gives me pause. I kind of hate my job here (or at least, I extremely dislike certain parts of it), and Mondays are difficult for me. I drag myself out of my warm little bed, traipse through the frigid, dirty, city air, and arrive at the school building with resentment and bitterness lurking around the corners of my heart. Then K. arrives, full of life and enthusiasm, and jerks me awake, reminding me that today, and the next day, and the next, are all pieces of a Brand New Week. An unknown, unformed Week, which can be shaped either by my resentment, or by my gratitude.
So now it is December 31st. As I reflect on the year behind me, and anticipate the year to come, it occurs to me that this is a Brand New Year. Formless, empty, full of possibility, ripe for living, loving, growing, and being.
So, friends, tell me (and please note that this is a question, and not a rhetorical device): what are you going to do with your Brand New Year?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Greetings all! I am excited to have finally tried out "Google Reader", which is probably going to be the only way I will remember to check this blog with any regularity. I am also pleased as peaches with your questionairre, Megan, as I was finding, oddly, that I didn't have anything interesting to say... that plus surveys are always fun. The one thing one never gets bored of talking about is one's self...
Uh... you want a list?
A. I have a blog. I heart it. http://osbornfiber.com Okay that's not really new. It's just a shameless plug for myself. My blog has been something in between knitterly-self-discovery and expressive therapy, and it keeps my brain working when nothing else will.
B. I started a business, recycling yarn from old sweaters and hand dyeing it and other yarn with natural materials. See link above. Okay, so I make less money than we spend on breakfasts at Chik-fil-a, but it's real enough - I have to fill out tax forms; I can't imagine it being any more real than that.
C. I work at a yarn shop. happiness incarnate! another shameless plug: http://www.cloverhillyarn.com
D. Jared & I have decided, more or less for sure, to go to seminary this fall. Most likely to Trinity. Jared for an MDiv, me for a MAR (an unfortunate acronym that stands for Master of Arts in Religion) in Church History.
E. Because we're leaving the area in August, and our [lameihateyourar] landlords refusal to give us a short lease, we're moving to another apt. in April. Then moving again in August. every time I acknowledge that in writing, my heart skips a beat, my eye twitches, and i lose about fifteen minutes off my life.
2. If you could describe your life right now as an ice cream flavor, what would it be and why?
Pistachio. Because ... why in the heck would you make ice cream that tastes like pistachios?
3. Read any good books lately?
Between working at a yarn shop, then going home to keep house and "work" at my "second job" at my "business," my reading time consists of the five minutes I have in bed every night while Jared is brushing in his teeth. But I've been listening to a lot of books on tape. I'm just finishing up a novel about quilting (I ran out of the library's collection of knitting books on tape). It's rather horrendously written - I've decided that crafting novels are like Christian movies - they are generally horrible, but we are part of the subculture, so we partake. Aside from the writing, the story is heartwarming, and I'm learning a lot about quilting! Just what I need; another equipment-heavy, stash-creating, hand-crafting hobby!
4. What is the most stressful thing in your life right now, and how are you dealing with it?
The idea of moving twice in five months. It took me a few long quiet times and a lot of blog-whining before I came to terms with how I felt about moving, and became fully okay with the decision that we've made. We made a plan, which helped, but the main way I am dealing with it is - procrastinating. If I let myself start packing and prepping now, I'd be fussing about it from now until it happened, but really - it only needs to take a week. So I'm putting it off until at least a couple weeks before. It's not like I don't have enough to do in the meantime - our moving date is just a week before my hand-dyed yarn is "due" for the Maryland Sheep & Wool festival (only the biggest opportunity for me to sell my yarn like ever in my life).
5. Any recent noteworthy culinary adventures?
Hm.... Jared's been the more culinarily adventurous of the two of us, lately. I made some creamed parsnips - joining a CSA has meant we are swimming in winter vegetables and citrus, when I have no time for clever cooking - so I creamed parsnips. Jared, however, made an amazing chili involving chuck roast, cocoa powder, and a cinnamon stick, among other things. Unfortunately we were out of chili powder (he having used up our supply last time he made insanely hot chili) so he used the dried serranos that had been a gift from his brother for Christmas... ground up... in the same quantity. In order to get through a bowl, i have to drink about a glass and a half of milk. But it's aMAzing. As for me, I've been having *food* adventures... but they don't have to do with eating, so they don't really count as culinary. I've discovered so far - dye from black beans (blue) gets under your fingernails - turmeric (bright yellow) by itself smells disgusting, and I don't know how to get that smell out of yarn - and beets (red) don't really dye at all if you let the pot boil (crap.)
6. What was the happiest moment of the past week?
We were busy Wednesday night, so we decided to celebrate St. Patty's day early. That Irish holiday has posed a problem for us - we've gotten into the habit of giving up alcohol during lent, but St. Patrick's day always happens during lent. But what is St. Patrick's without a guiness?! A sad and watery day, I tell you. So we make an exception. Jared found a pub with a week long St. Patrick's celebration, so we went out with a friend, had a couple of pints with our corned beef, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
7. If we were to go on a road trip this spring/summer, where would you want to go?
7. If we were to go on a road trip this spring/summer, where would you want to go?
Some. Place. Warm.I don't care that I won't be able to wear all my knitted sweaters I want to go to the ocean on a day that I am so hot and sweaty that running into the water 'till its past my head does not require a second thought. I am OVER winter.
I'm a ramblin' woman.... And so thrilled to read all your posts. I've been missing y'all lately, ever so much. Hugs and keep in touch!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Always Being Stretched
Well, I had intended to take advantage of this nifty blog much sooner but couldn't figure out how to write a new post for a while and then...well, neuro happened. The last nine weeks since Christmas break were certainly academically intense - although not so bad as to exclude weekend trips to Florida and NYC and plenty of playing in the snow. :-)
The main reason I thought to post at this exact moment is because just yesterday I returned from the Dominican Republic. As you all know, my long-term dream is to serve as a doctor overseas someday, and these little short-term trips are weak foretastes, at best. In fact, my dissatisfaction with one-week trips is growing as I go on more and more of them. (This one was, if you count all mission trips I've done of any nature, my tenth.)
For one thing, I've become used to many of the typical culture-shock triggers - different food, architecture, standards of dress/cleanliness, animals running around the road, four people on a motorcycle, etc. Bugs, dirt, outhouses, etc. no longer phase me. In a sense, I don't find such experiences psychologically or even spiritually stretching anymore. But God never never leaves us where we are. As soon as one element of service becomes comfortable he demands that we grow in other areas.
This trip's big "first" for me was the role of team leader. I didn't exactly mean to get myself into that position, but found myself there along the way. Last year, ten of us went on mission trips with different groups and one girl (now a third-year) did most of the coordinating with the organizations we went with. I was essentially supposed to take over that role. All along we talked about forming an all-Penn State team if there was enough interest, but I was really thinking that we'd send half a dozen students along on the Nicaragua team I went with last year, and I'd just be the point-person at Penn State. Once we surveyed for interest, we found that it was overwhelming. There was obviously no way we could all go and just tag along with another group. After checking out a few dead-end options, we found an organization (SCORE Int'l) that would let us form our own team as long as we had had at least one attending physician with us. We soon had one lined up and formed a team that gradually grew until we numbered 20 in all.
I was definitely NOT planning to lead 20 people on a trip. Eeks! But the reality of it didn't set in while I was still doing the behind-the-scenes paperwork and administrative stuff. Last Saturday, though, when the team all gathered to leave and everyone was looking at me, the weight of responsibility set in. I tried to stay calm and collected but I really never understood before how much oversight is required to get a whole crowd from one place to another. By Sunday afternoon after getting everyone there and all of our meds unpacked, sorted and repacked for the week, I was mentally exhausted and, frankly, didn't want to be there. I wanted to be back in Nicaragua, just another team member doing my part, without 19 people looking at me for what to do next.
I'm thankful to say, though, that my attitude improved as the week went on and, by the grace of God, we had a fantastic week. I've never been on a trip that went so smoothly (I guess God knew how much I could handle). The team was great - everyone had a wonderful attitude about whatever needed to be done. There were no quarrels or even testy moments. We saw far more patients that we had guessed we would. And we prayed with almost every one of them.
The second stretching experience of this trip was that on Thursday instead of going to rural village to hold clinic we went to the local prison instead. The prisoners are not provided with much in the way of medical care and so we found quite a mess on ours hands when we got there - lots of skin infections, one very severe asthmatic whose inhaler had run out, several interesting old wounds (from street fights), etc. One of my patients had shattered his tibia from gunshot wounds years ago and had a poorly-done operation to fix it. The screw that anchored the pin in his leg had begun to screw out and was poking through the skin just under the knee, causing a chronic infection in the skin, at least, and probably the bone as well. Ok...I'll hold the rest of my graphic medical stories for my med student friends. ;-) Really the most challenging part of the day for me was that we set up an "evangelism station" - something we hadn't done before. In the villages, clinic was held in the local churches so that our patients were under the spiritual oversight of the local pastor. At the prison, that wasn't the case. When I asked for volunteers to talk to prisoners after they had their medical consult at this station, everyone was rather intimidated (understandably). I swallowed hard and, as the leader, decided to take the first shift. It was humbling to realize that, though I've been a Christian for 20 years, I've rarely if ever had to succinctly give the gospel to complete strangers in just a few minutes - with no leading-up or follow-through conversations. Picture it like evangelism speed-dating. I was sitting at a table and four or five guys would sit down who'd just had their medical exams. I had about five minutes before another bunch of guys would be there to talk to this crew about why we had come. I started of by making sure we all agreed that there was a God. I told we came to help with their physical ailments in whatever way we could, but that we are all dying and even the medications we gave them will not ultimately save them from death. And then tried to explain that because of the things we've done we are all sinners and separated from God (and emphasized that this was true for me as well as them). And then I got to the wonderful news that makes life worth living - that though we are absolutely unable to come to God on our own, he made a way by giving his son to pay the penalty for us and now we are able to draw near to God. (I love the Spanish verb acercarse). Nothing is required of us but faith and surrender. So...telling the compact version of the gospel over a dozen times in Spanish to a bunch of hardened criminals was...stretching. But also...renewing. We're in this season of Lent right now and I think that's exactly what I needed to prepare my heart to worship at the foot of the cross once again. By the way, "hardened criminals" isn't exactly fair. The power of the gospel can change anyone's heart and I met quite a few Christians that day who, with true joy in their eyes, told me at the end of my little talk that they had already surrendered to Christ. They echoed eager "Amen"s when I spoke of redemption in Christ. And, when I got tongue-tied and breathless from so much rapid Spanish, they prayed for me.
Ok, this got a lot longer than I had intended. call or email me if you want more stories, but those are the highlights.
Glory to God for what He had done and is doing even now. I'm also thankful that many of the team members said it was an experience that will shape their medical futures.
Love and miss you all!
The main reason I thought to post at this exact moment is because just yesterday I returned from the Dominican Republic. As you all know, my long-term dream is to serve as a doctor overseas someday, and these little short-term trips are weak foretastes, at best. In fact, my dissatisfaction with one-week trips is growing as I go on more and more of them. (This one was, if you count all mission trips I've done of any nature, my tenth.)
For one thing, I've become used to many of the typical culture-shock triggers - different food, architecture, standards of dress/cleanliness, animals running around the road, four people on a motorcycle, etc. Bugs, dirt, outhouses, etc. no longer phase me. In a sense, I don't find such experiences psychologically or even spiritually stretching anymore. But God never never leaves us where we are. As soon as one element of service becomes comfortable he demands that we grow in other areas.
This trip's big "first" for me was the role of team leader. I didn't exactly mean to get myself into that position, but found myself there along the way. Last year, ten of us went on mission trips with different groups and one girl (now a third-year) did most of the coordinating with the organizations we went with. I was essentially supposed to take over that role. All along we talked about forming an all-Penn State team if there was enough interest, but I was really thinking that we'd send half a dozen students along on the Nicaragua team I went with last year, and I'd just be the point-person at Penn State. Once we surveyed for interest, we found that it was overwhelming. There was obviously no way we could all go and just tag along with another group. After checking out a few dead-end options, we found an organization (SCORE Int'l) that would let us form our own team as long as we had had at least one attending physician with us. We soon had one lined up and formed a team that gradually grew until we numbered 20 in all.
I was definitely NOT planning to lead 20 people on a trip. Eeks! But the reality of it didn't set in while I was still doing the behind-the-scenes paperwork and administrative stuff. Last Saturday, though, when the team all gathered to leave and everyone was looking at me, the weight of responsibility set in. I tried to stay calm and collected but I really never understood before how much oversight is required to get a whole crowd from one place to another. By Sunday afternoon after getting everyone there and all of our meds unpacked, sorted and repacked for the week, I was mentally exhausted and, frankly, didn't want to be there. I wanted to be back in Nicaragua, just another team member doing my part, without 19 people looking at me for what to do next.
I'm thankful to say, though, that my attitude improved as the week went on and, by the grace of God, we had a fantastic week. I've never been on a trip that went so smoothly (I guess God knew how much I could handle). The team was great - everyone had a wonderful attitude about whatever needed to be done. There were no quarrels or even testy moments. We saw far more patients that we had guessed we would. And we prayed with almost every one of them.
The second stretching experience of this trip was that on Thursday instead of going to rural village to hold clinic we went to the local prison instead. The prisoners are not provided with much in the way of medical care and so we found quite a mess on ours hands when we got there - lots of skin infections, one very severe asthmatic whose inhaler had run out, several interesting old wounds (from street fights), etc. One of my patients had shattered his tibia from gunshot wounds years ago and had a poorly-done operation to fix it. The screw that anchored the pin in his leg had begun to screw out and was poking through the skin just under the knee, causing a chronic infection in the skin, at least, and probably the bone as well. Ok...I'll hold the rest of my graphic medical stories for my med student friends. ;-) Really the most challenging part of the day for me was that we set up an "evangelism station" - something we hadn't done before. In the villages, clinic was held in the local churches so that our patients were under the spiritual oversight of the local pastor. At the prison, that wasn't the case. When I asked for volunteers to talk to prisoners after they had their medical consult at this station, everyone was rather intimidated (understandably). I swallowed hard and, as the leader, decided to take the first shift. It was humbling to realize that, though I've been a Christian for 20 years, I've rarely if ever had to succinctly give the gospel to complete strangers in just a few minutes - with no leading-up or follow-through conversations. Picture it like evangelism speed-dating. I was sitting at a table and four or five guys would sit down who'd just had their medical exams. I had about five minutes before another bunch of guys would be there to talk to this crew about why we had come. I started of by making sure we all agreed that there was a God. I told we came to help with their physical ailments in whatever way we could, but that we are all dying and even the medications we gave them will not ultimately save them from death. And then tried to explain that because of the things we've done we are all sinners and separated from God (and emphasized that this was true for me as well as them). And then I got to the wonderful news that makes life worth living - that though we are absolutely unable to come to God on our own, he made a way by giving his son to pay the penalty for us and now we are able to draw near to God. (I love the Spanish verb acercarse). Nothing is required of us but faith and surrender. So...telling the compact version of the gospel over a dozen times in Spanish to a bunch of hardened criminals was...stretching. But also...renewing. We're in this season of Lent right now and I think that's exactly what I needed to prepare my heart to worship at the foot of the cross once again. By the way, "hardened criminals" isn't exactly fair. The power of the gospel can change anyone's heart and I met quite a few Christians that day who, with true joy in their eyes, told me at the end of my little talk that they had already surrendered to Christ. They echoed eager "Amen"s when I spoke of redemption in Christ. And, when I got tongue-tied and breathless from so much rapid Spanish, they prayed for me.
Ok, this got a lot longer than I had intended. call or email me if you want more stories, but those are the highlights.
Glory to God for what He had done and is doing even now. I'm also thankful that many of the team members said it was an experience that will shape their medical futures.
Love and miss you all!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
snow shovels and cacti
1. What are a few significant events or milestones that have happened in your life since the last time we talked?
Hm. Well, I have become a certified massage therapist, joined a program in spiritual formation, and taken up tap dancing. (Kind of.) My, isn’t life full of surprises? :-) Another significant event, which hasn’t actually happened, but might (does this count??), is that of attending graduate school. I’ve applied to a program in special education for severe disabilities. I haven’t heard back yet, and am not certain that I will be going even if I get in… but it is a potential significant event, anyway!
2. If you could describe your life right now as an ice cream flavor, what would it be and why?
Peach, because just now I am eating a whole can of sliced peaches. (Not clever, but true.)
3. Read any good books lately?
I just finished “Sleeping with Bread,” a book about the examen, which was short and good, and am working on “The Discerning Heart,” which is quite good so far, as well. I’ve also been reading a lot by Henri Nouwen, who becomes more my favorite author all the time. On a very different note, I recently read Andrew Peterson’s “On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness,” and liked it very much, indeed. So much so that I now have the sequel (“North! Or Be Eaten”) sitting by my chair, all ready to go.
4. What is the most stressful thing in your life right now, and how are you dealing with it?
Broadly speaking, my job. Which, as it happens, and also broadly speaking, is also one of the most beautiful things in my life right now. Which is, broadly speaking, how I deal with it. You probably know (or maybe you don’t) that I had an accident a few months back in which one of the boys got burned, and I did, as well. He is well recovered, and I am healing nicely, but it was a pretty seriously traumatic experience, on a number of levels. Not long before that there was a fire in another house in which I was working alone with two guys. Recently there was a medication error (not by me, but by someone close to me) that resulted in a serious medical complication for one of the boys. There is just a lot of responsibility, and very little support, and it can be overwhelming at times. But, I have been there for just over two years now, and love those boys like they’re my family. They are my family. Except that they’re not. Hence the laws, regulations, stress, and complications.
5. Any recent noteworthy culinary adventures?
I cook dinner almost every night at work, and, considering the circumstances, it is mostly always an adventure -- but likely not in the way that you mean. :-) As for myself… well, I am currently cooking a sweet potato. Not incredibly inspiring, I admit. But probably my only personal culinary anything of the last two or three weeks!
6. What was the happiest moment of the past week?
Probably watching the snow fall. And tripping, falling, plunging, and rolling along in it after. Then shoveling out a bazillion cars with a few very dear people. And finally watching a glorious sunset out my window as I warmed my toes.
7. If we were to go on a road trip this spring/summer, where would you want to go?
I think the southwest sounds good to me, too. Snow is nice (see note above), but it is also cold. Plus I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for a cactus.
Grace and peace to you, friends. I look forward to hearing from you!
amy
Hm. Well, I have become a certified massage therapist, joined a program in spiritual formation, and taken up tap dancing. (Kind of.) My, isn’t life full of surprises? :-) Another significant event, which hasn’t actually happened, but might (does this count??), is that of attending graduate school. I’ve applied to a program in special education for severe disabilities. I haven’t heard back yet, and am not certain that I will be going even if I get in… but it is a potential significant event, anyway!
2. If you could describe your life right now as an ice cream flavor, what would it be and why?
Peach, because just now I am eating a whole can of sliced peaches. (Not clever, but true.)
3. Read any good books lately?
I just finished “Sleeping with Bread,” a book about the examen, which was short and good, and am working on “The Discerning Heart,” which is quite good so far, as well. I’ve also been reading a lot by Henri Nouwen, who becomes more my favorite author all the time. On a very different note, I recently read Andrew Peterson’s “On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness,” and liked it very much, indeed. So much so that I now have the sequel (“North! Or Be Eaten”) sitting by my chair, all ready to go.
4. What is the most stressful thing in your life right now, and how are you dealing with it?
Broadly speaking, my job. Which, as it happens, and also broadly speaking, is also one of the most beautiful things in my life right now. Which is, broadly speaking, how I deal with it. You probably know (or maybe you don’t) that I had an accident a few months back in which one of the boys got burned, and I did, as well. He is well recovered, and I am healing nicely, but it was a pretty seriously traumatic experience, on a number of levels. Not long before that there was a fire in another house in which I was working alone with two guys. Recently there was a medication error (not by me, but by someone close to me) that resulted in a serious medical complication for one of the boys. There is just a lot of responsibility, and very little support, and it can be overwhelming at times. But, I have been there for just over two years now, and love those boys like they’re my family. They are my family. Except that they’re not. Hence the laws, regulations, stress, and complications.
5. Any recent noteworthy culinary adventures?
I cook dinner almost every night at work, and, considering the circumstances, it is mostly always an adventure -- but likely not in the way that you mean. :-) As for myself… well, I am currently cooking a sweet potato. Not incredibly inspiring, I admit. But probably my only personal culinary anything of the last two or three weeks!
6. What was the happiest moment of the past week?
Probably watching the snow fall. And tripping, falling, plunging, and rolling along in it after. Then shoveling out a bazillion cars with a few very dear people. And finally watching a glorious sunset out my window as I warmed my toes.
7. If we were to go on a road trip this spring/summer, where would you want to go?
I think the southwest sounds good to me, too. Snow is nice (see note above), but it is also cold. Plus I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for a cactus.
Grace and peace to you, friends. I look forward to hearing from you!
amy
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