When I last posted, I put forth an examination of conscience.
Very heavy, I know.
You may be wondering where my fashion posts have gone?
They are coming friends.
Today, just a bit about reflections.
This past week I had the opportunity to attend a workshop entitled, “The Pastors Toolbox.” This was fascinating on so many levels.
I was the lone woman in the learner group, and the only lay person as well. We were blessed to have several other women on the presenting/governing team, however.
My experience was that about two thirds of the priests and transitional deacons (the soon to be ordained men) had never heard or come into contact with a lay parish director. Never even heard of such a thing. I was able to make friends with a few of the guys and do hope to remain in contact with them There were good spirits in this group. A general observation, however, is that it would be a great idea for these men to be in regular relationship (classroom, parish, ministry) with females, and with married people. Life is not as simple as the textbooks in seminary might purport. Enough said.
Part of my day included walking the prairie prayer path at the seminary where we met. My spirit was greatly fed in these walks. I needed to stop, breathe in God’s spirit, and move around a bit as well. Sitting in a classroom all day is hard work!
The beauty of the wildflowers, the trees and shadows, the sun and breezes not only restored me, but grounded me in creation. The wellspring of God’s incredible life spirit could flow through me without prejudice in those moments.
Reflecting on daily life needs this type of grounding—quiet, fresh air, silence.
I took a long walk this morning and found the fruits of this week—of listening, praying, interacting and learning—to bloom faster than I could take it in! I am grateful for this blooming as it balances the more difficult aspects and needs of day to day ministry.
My summer has offered various times of pulling back and breathing in—vacation in Door County with Tom, a weekend at the Dells with our children and grandones, and simply hanging out the wash and walking for coffee.
Have you taken time to reflect on God’s movements in your life?