It has been an intense few weeks, book-ended by Quilt Camp on one end and Crafts for Christmas on the other end. I made a quick trip to Columbia, SC for an overnight last Wednesday; I am trying to go once a month to see my grad school friend who had the catastrophic stroke 2 years ago.
I've had tech woes with the authenticator app which allows me to access my online classes, so I feel a bit behind. That school has just switched its process for attendance verification, which has also left me feeling discombobulated.
It's been a good teaching time, particularly for my 2 Creative Writing classes. Last week I had the class peer edit a short piece of mine; it's one of the few things I've written that works as both a short story and a piece of creative nonfiction. Then we wrote together. I brought my laptop, and I wrote too. As a result, I have a new short story, one that came to me during Quilt Camp. I still need an ending, but I expect to have that after I go on my walk.
This morning, I also have that sad wistfulness that comes from knowing it will be some time before I see these friends again: neighborhood friends, retreat friends, and grad school friends. There's also a bit of overwhelm from a fixer-upper house that needs us to take the next step of refinishing the floors. And there's the ordination overwhelm--I am doing an onground intensive in October, and I have some work to do beforehand, including a Zoom session tonight.
Let me go and walk and remember that all will be well.
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