But it all got et anyway. It certainly wasn’t good enough for church but Jeff didn’t mind. I took some nice bag tea into church, and Sue did too. Soup lunch was yummy.
Yesterday was a laundry and church and mini relaxicon kinda day, with phone calls interspersed to various people. I am woeing at the moment over various things, but I had a nice long talk with Sandy yesterday. We were messing about with tarot again. She asked recently for pull cards for purpose in life of various family members. The deck was messing with me again and most of the cards were correct if reversed. I said to the deck, are you for real???? and pulled a card she hadn’t asked for, for her. It was the same card we pulled the last time, which had me laughing most immoderately, because that is what the deck is like. Just at the point everything is random and screwed up, it reminds me to look harder.
Then I pulled the Hierophant for me. (Sandra said, what you haven’t already? I am incurious about some things.) Well well, telling me I’m an institutionally based spiritual authority less than a month after my last homily is not exactly a slap, but it was pretty funny, and got me thinking. I know that UUism is my spiritual home but it’s annoying. Do I set myself up in authority? If so, what can I do to stop being like that? I’m not a minister or even a good candidate for ministry (although given my gabbiness in the pulpit I get asked about it occasionally).
I was proud and humbled when this was read in church on Sunday. This is part of the context for the anti racism curriculum.
Brother Jerome called me! He congratulated me on my new job. (Woke me up from a sound sleep too, but other people are not responsible for keeping track of my goofy sleeping hours). I forgot to tell him about how the Green Man came back into my life since he’s one of the few people who’d appreciate it. I am so blessed in my friends, they’ve been really good to me.
Did cat coverage for Paul this weekend, Ayesha is a sweetie.
Yuck, I’ve had two spiders crawl across me in the last twenty four hours. I flung the last one onto the floor. I hate killing them.
There is brie in the house. And fresh sourdough bread. And smoky, luscious Russian Caravan tea. I know what I’m having for breakfast!
