The Light in the Tunnel

There seems to be a rhythm developing to my life. Wednesday nights I take a deep breath and realize that yes there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and yes, it is, indeed another train. I simply need to accept reality. It is not going to get a lot better schedule- wise in my life until school is out. The students will be giving some presentations, this will occupy five class sessions out of the remaining seventeen, leaving me with twelve classes to come up with lectures, discussion questions or other activities. Because these students are not the self-starters I had hoped for. Discussion does not flow from them, it must be eked out, one thought at a time, and I am definitely in charge of eking!

In addition to school this month there is Diocesan Convention to get ready for and attend. I am “running” for Commission on Ministry and have to prepare some remarks for the candidate’s forums. We are also doing a ministry training day at church, an All Hallows Service complete with carved pumpkins on Halloween, I’m preaching at least one Sunday this month, I have a service at the jail, an article due for the newspaper, and there is, of course, the day job.

Looking ahead, November’s not looking a lot better. There’s Advent up there ahead, we are launching a new adult education curriculum in 08 and want to do a “sampler” to generate some interest sometime soon….Harvest Feast, Blessing of Ministries, my regular Sunday, the community Thanksgiving service….oh yeah, and the day job.

But I am going to the yurt on Friday. I’m taking my journal, a camera and a book on prayer and my yoga mat. I will probably sleep a lot. If the massage person is there I will let her have at me. My back went out last week. The body, as my yoga teacher tells me, does not lie. I have been pushing it. Twelve-hour days. Six-day weeks. I’d be shaking my head at any client that was doing this. My SD has made some interesting observations about all of this and given me lots of food for thought as usual. That too is on the yurt agenda.

The yurt of course is not internet connected (I guess that I would HOPE not!). So one thing I won’t be doing is catching up on blog reading, though that would be on my wish list for a quiet weekend. I feel like I am getting out of touch and miss the contact with everyone. I try to pop in as I can but it’s much less than I want!

My mantra is “this too shall pass.” And in the meantime there’s a yurt with my name on it!