Today is the feast day of the Annunciation, the religious holiday that celebrates the day that the angel Gabriel appears to Mary and hails her as the chosen one. She says yes to God's offer to be the mother of the Messiah.
You may be saying, "Wait, this isn't your theology blog." Very true--for a more traditional approach to this feast day, head on over to my theology blog to read this post.
Today, even though it's the first day of Quilt Camp, I'll head down the mountain to do a day of teaching. It makes sense in one way, but it's leaving me exhausted in other ways.
I've done this to myself. I knew that my March and April would be very crowded. All those self-help gurus talk about saying no to invitations, but I find it hard to say no to things I want to do. My March and April are crowded with things that bring me joy and delight.
Last night I spread out fabrics, but just felt a bit overwhelmed. I tried to remember that I always feel this way on the first night of Quilt Camp.
Let me record a few other things, while I'm trying to gather my scattered fragments of attention:
--Now that I've told my Candidacy Committee contacts at the Florida-Bahamas Synod, I can talk about it here: one week ago, I was offered a tenure track position at Spartanburg Methodist College, and I accepted. I am still floating on air. I am happy beyond belief at this promotion.
--This morning, I have a Zoom session with those contacts. I continue to hope that I can find a way to be bi-vocational. This particular tenure track job could make it easier to do just that. The Church needs more people who can work part-time.
--I keep wanting to create a poem out of these strands: Annunciation, teaching job promotion, Quilt Camp. O.K., subconscious brain, get weaving!
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