I slept later than usual this morning--in part because of tiredness, in part because we spent much of yesterday hanging our new drapes. They are light blocking drapes, so we didn't have the natural light to help us wake up.
I often sleep a bit later than usual on Sundays. If I can sleep, I'm happy to get a bit more. But usually, I can't sleep, especially if I know I need to get up for spin class.
I spent part of yesterday falling down a rabbit hole of looking at real estate in other areas--actually, just one other area, my college town of Newberry, SC. I could get a historic house, but it looks like it may need some work. I am tired of home repairs, and I understand the sucking neediness of a historic home.
I could get a goat farm outside of town. I wonder if the goats come with it. That site had a picture of some huge pigs as well.
I am astonished by how much one's monthly mortgage goes down when one isn't living in South Florida, with the high property taxes and the even higher insurance.
I also looked through my sketchbook. I was struck by this one that I made during a presentation on clergy coaching while I was at Synod Assembly:
I also made this reminder for us all. If thinking in terms of a call is too religious, you could substitute language about being the person you were born to become. That's pretty cumbersome--a call is more eloquent. It doesn't have to be God calling. It could be your soul or your childhood self or what the world most needs you to be:
And here's a sketch from language from the opening prayer for our Friday Synod Assembly. It's a good reminder that God can create beauty in even the most chaotic times. And so can we. It's also a reminder that Divine timing may not be our timing. And that there is value in imperfection--another good reminder for our chaotic times.
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