Imbolc Waxing Bridgit Moon
“Belief in the truth commences with the doubting of all those ‘truths’ we once believed.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
This intellectual bomb-thrower has always been a favorite of mine though I’ve not ready any of his stuff cover to cover. A recent bio tries to make him into a closet hyper-religious, but if he is he did the damndest job of hiding it. Sometimes I think an atheist is just an atheist and not a cigar.
I have felt the force flowing with me ever since the retreat. There’s something about being lifted in the mosh pit of old friends that buoys the soul. I’ve got out the pages of Missing I’ve written so far and am finishing an edit/revision I began a while ago, then I’m going to pick up the keyboard and set byte to screen. Kate and I also identified a week in March when I can go back out to Blue Cloud and work intensively on the novel. I’m still weighing it since it seems indulgent, but, hey, maybe it’s time for this kind of indulgence.
We had our business meeting this morning and I had a post-retirement anxiety tremor, so we ran numbers out past 2012. Hah. As if it matters. After 2012. Just in case, though, we ran them anyhow and the numbers do begin to make sense when looked at over a period of time. My tremor quieted.
Had a call this morning from a brother asking for some reassurance. I gave it, though I’m not sure how my input helped. It’s humbling to be asked for such a thing.
Met with Leslie, the UU student at UTS that I’m mentoring this year. It’s fun to watch a young person, she’s my age when I was in Sem, go through the back and forth of this strange vocation, ministry. Had I a chance to do it over again, knowing what I know now, I would have worked at McDonald’s. No. Not really. But, I wouldn’t have gone into the ministry. Maybe art history. Maybe politics full time. Maybe something else, but I wouldn’t have ended up in the ministry. But, I did. Go figure.
