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In MSP
I'm waiting for my flight home from Minneapolis; it's boarding in about 20 minutes.
The weekend was in a few ways exactly as I expected: I saw dear friends, did committee work, and put myself out there beyond my comfort levels, and was rewarded for it.
In other ways, it blew past my expectations. So much love shared. I feel so blessed for my Friends here. The plenary, by d's and my dear friend Wendy, was on the topic of courage. She shared stories from her life and from mutual Friends' lives, and gave us queries that we might consider. These queries fed directly into what we did in small-group discussions, and I got direct feedback that the way I led my small-group was exactly what people needed.
I'm sharing this here because, precisely because, it is so difficult for me to talk about doing things well.
This is something I will do differently. I have ideas, which I hope to write about.
I have told people who asked, this morning, that I feel well used. I get a lot out of service; I knew this, but I felt this weekend like I was able to stretch and do things I hadn't done before, and do them well.
Right now, I'm looking foward to being home!
ps- And just as I was about to send this, Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten came on the XM Radio in the restaurant I'm waiting in.
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Amen.
The weekend was in a few ways exactly as I expected: I saw dear friends, did committee work, and put myself out there beyond my comfort levels, and was rewarded for it.
In other ways, it blew past my expectations. So much love shared. I feel so blessed for my Friends here. The plenary, by d's and my dear friend Wendy, was on the topic of courage. She shared stories from her life and from mutual Friends' lives, and gave us queries that we might consider. These queries fed directly into what we did in small-group discussions, and I got direct feedback that the way I led my small-group was exactly what people needed.
I'm sharing this here because, precisely because, it is so difficult for me to talk about doing things well.
This is something I will do differently. I have ideas, which I hope to write about.
I have told people who asked, this morning, that I feel well used. I get a lot out of service; I knew this, but I felt this weekend like I was able to stretch and do things I hadn't done before, and do them well.
Right now, I'm looking foward to being home!
ps- And just as I was about to send this, Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten came on the XM Radio in the restaurant I'm waiting in.
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Amen.
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(Can you tell I'm excited you guys are coming?! )
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:-)
(I'm really looking forward, too.)
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