Monday, November 19, 2007
Meet and Greet: The Thanskgiving Edition
We have four new wonderful blogs to add to our community. Give 'em a big RevGals welcome!
Julie: The profile on her blogs says... Stage in Life: Empty nesting, second careering, and pondering; Vocations and avocations: writer, custom card maker, hiker, reader and lover of all things Benedictine and in nature; Background: Degrees in microbiology from NC State and divinity/christian ed from Duke (I have been asked how both reside in my brain and the same time...proves I am a generalist); formerly a pastor and Christian educator and looking for the next thing to do...after working for God, its a challenge.
As a published author and former pastor, my Confessions of A Backyard Hermit blog is about my journey post- formalized ministry. Blending my love of finding the right quotation for any circumstance, writing food for thought, Benedictine principles, and finding all that nature has to teach me as I ask, "What's next, God?" Find Julie at: Confessions of a Backyard Hermit
Laura: This blog offers thoughts on finding community, parenting and spousing, reading, running, and seeking sacredness. Find Laura at: Fishing in a pearl river
Beth: She describes her blogs as, The ramblings and procrastinations of a female MDiv student in Vancouver, BC. Find Beth at: bethblogever
David: Also known as Pastor David, he describes his blog as, A Lutheran pastor serving a congregation in rural Texas reflects on theology, the ministry, liturgy, and the life of faith. Find Pastor David at: postings from prairie hill
Where do you blog?
I blog on my Mac in my home office, or on my son's Dell downstairs. While I was moving my mom, I had her Apple lap top. Who I named Henry and grew very attached to. But sadly, we've had to part. I don't even get visitation.
What are your favorite non-revgal blog pal blogs?
Books, Memes and Musings, Real Live Preacher, Prodigal Aspersions, Don't Eat Alone to name some. They're all on my sidebar list.
What gives you joy?
My son's amazing developing spirit. And writing something really good that I would read myself.
What is your favorite sound?
Laughter and applause.
What do you hope to hear once you enter the pearly gates?
"This way to the spa, darling."
You have up to 15 words, what would you put on your tombstone?
Now I lay me down to sleep, forever 'cause I'm dead.
Write the first sentence of your own great American novel.
But I have so many. Fine. *cracks knuckes* *stretches neck* *extends fingers over keyboard*
......Matilda pulled the cornbread out of the oven and exclaimed, "Lucius, you old dog. You best not be walkin' through them walls again!"
What color do you prefer your pen?
Black. Medium point. Gel ink.
What magazines do you subscribe too?
Vanity Fair, Entertainment Weekly, Consumer Reports.
What is something you want to achieve in this decade?
To find publislhing success with my writing and make it a paying career.
Why are you cool?
Because I'm not.
What is one of your favorite memories?
My grandmother took me and my two cousins, Richard and John, to see the Ice Capades when I was about 7 years old. We had front row seats. I wore my best Christmas winter coat, white gloves and white patent leather shoes. In the middle of the magical Christmas show, a chorus line of beautiful women came out wearing red velvet elf costumes, pushing empty sleds. I looked at those empty sleds as they skated around and just knew they were going to be filled. With people. Probably form the audience. I was a very smart child, you see. And my heart burst forth from my own velvet coat with longing and wishing that I could be one of those people. Sure enough, after a time, the beautiful women stopped all around the edges of the show rink. And, impossibly! right in front of me, was one of those women with an empty sled. Her eyes met mine and connected. My breath stopped short as I wished with all my might. Sure enough, her hand extended to me and I began to tingle and vibrate with joy. I reached my hand to hers and she helped me into the sled. It was rapture. She began to push me around and around. I know there were other sleds. I know there were other children. But my grandma told me later that I was the only one who waved to all the audience, with a beautific smile on my face. When it was over and I was helped back into my front row seat, I was a changed little girl. That moment created in me a knowledge that I was indeed special. And that no one would ever ever be able to take that away from me. No matter what life crap had befallen me before. And no matter what life crap would befall me in the future.
Anything else you’ve always wanted to be asked?
Nothing comes to mind at the moment.