Trip to Wisconsin

I took a mini-vacation to see my old friend, Monica. I needed a weekend away... I've been spending too much time in front of computers and mired in transition. It was good to actually be a transition and fly down the highway in a car, concretely in-between for three hours each way. And then to live suspended in someone else's apartment, life, and group of friends. A place where I was supposed to feel liminal.

Mostly, I truly do feel content and at peace in all this, but this has been a tough day. Probably because tonight I'm going to have a conversation with a local priest about a youth position at his church. I like what I've heard about this parish, but I really don't want to be a youth pastor. I hope this is not because I'm being a snob. I just don't feel called to it. I never really have. It's strange, I feel deeply sad! Deeply sad about a nice drive to Suburb Z to meet with Rector Bob, who is really a neat person, as I hear. But sad, all the same. We'll see, maybe God will surprise me - it's always possible.

I'll let you know how it goes.

In the meanwhile, here are some shots from Madison:

American Players Theater - outdoor Shakespeare, Ibsen, Chehkov, Wilde....
we saw Shaw's "Misalliance."
The view from the concessions courtyard, over the Wisconsin hills,
an hour outside of Madison.

Me, armed with blankets in case it got cold.

Me and Monica, in our seats!

And in her backyard, lounging... another important way to be liminal.

All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of thing will be well.
(overquoted from Julian of Norwich, I know.)