Fathomless Mystery

I am reading one of my favorite Southern authors, Anne Rivers Siddons. This was the first paragraph of chapter five: "People who live beside moving water have been given the gift of living light, and even if they never come to recognize it as such, any other light, no matter how clear or brilliant, is pale and static to them, leaving them with a sense of loss, of vulnerability, as if they have suddenly found themselves without clothes. 'I have to be near the water,' they will say. 'I can't live away from the ocean'...or the river or the creek, or whatever water throws back to them the sun, or the boiling storm clouds, or the pearl of moving fog, or the wash of sunset. But what most of them are really saying, without knowing it, is, 'I can't live without that light that dances with me. I wear it like a living skin. Without it I am incomplete." Amen and amen.

Well. Here I am. Summer camps are over, Family Ministry Week is done and I finally feel like I will get my life back. I have felt at best frazzled since mid-May. I think I'm at a crossroads. Although work is difficult, so much is up to me. Getting plugged in (or at least attempting to) and using the resources available to me. Here is my plan: 1- read more classics 2- start therapy (first session is this Tuesday) 3- participate in a clergy group (starts in September) 4- join the Columbia outdoor club (haven't done it yet) 5- have two families over to my house for dinner per month (haven't started this yet) 6- learn how to change a tire (something makes me feel more powerful if I know how to do this 7- meet my brother in Vegas (wegas) 8- write more 9- dance more (seriously) 10- yoga. So there it is.

This is a question posed in Barbara Brown Taylor's new Book Leaving Church. Any thoughts on this?

Okay, so most of you know I love my dog. But this picture makes me really smile. I thought I was the only one who noticed how disproportional his tongue is to the rest of his body. Agreed?