tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52016352011-12-02T03:31:41.386-08:00An Episcopalian laywoman's dispatches from the radical middleCharlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-3072919081774914502008-01-01T15:19:00.000-08:002008-01-01T15:22:02.402-08:00

Part of my goals for 2008 include things like blogging more often, so I hope to have more regular updating.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-90135185543670440542007-04-06T16:39:00.001-07:002007-04-06T16:39:21.470-07:00

It was a beautiful and moving service: footwashing, procession to the Chapel of Repose, stripping of the altar. I was exceedingly cranky when it started. Maundy Thursday is the busiest day of the year for the Altar Guild, my back hurt like crazy, I had a headache, and I seemed to be about the only person backstage who had a clue what was going on. But as it progressed, I felt the burden of the

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Today we had the pre-Easter brass polishing session at the church. Normally during Lent most of the stuff would go back into the sacristry awaiting Maundy Thursday and Easter, but today there was a memorial service, so we put them out. The chancel had all the Easter trappings - flowers, white vestments, shiny brass (the altar cross looked especially fine). The sun was shining wonderfully, so

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We are having a baby boomlet at St. Spike's. This takes a bit of getting used to, because for better and for worse, we haven't been much of a "family" church, and now there's stroller traffic jams in the back of the nave, and the rocking chairs are occupied by actual infants being held by mom or dad. They are all just as cute as cute can be. I am looking forward to being an auntie surrogate (

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It's been rough around here lately. I've been in and out of the Pit, had health weirdness (I had resolved at New Year's to blog more, you see how long that has taken), and within the last week have suffered from volunteer fatigue, compassion fatigue, worry about my Maggie-cat (who had an emergency vet visit on Saturday, as I was working on catering a funeral, and came back home looking like

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Yesterday I was having an afternoon that wasn't going right. I went to the church to set up, and found the chapel chairs in disarray, so I rearranged them. I plugged in the iron but it wouldn't start, and none of the alternative linens were less wrinkled than the one I was trying to iron (per clergy request). But when I went to the back of the church for something, I walked back up the center

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Yesterday I schlepped up to Grace Cathedral for the Investiture of the Eighth Bishop of California.I had been considering not-going but was assured that Bishop Marc and our PB-elect, Katharine Jefferts Schori, would be serving communion in the overflow seats in the basement. It was a grand, if extremely chaotic, day. The liturgy started out with my feeling I was watching a performance on TV,

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I was traveling yesterday, and got home at about 10 pm, so am probably the last plugged-in Episcopalian to hear of the election of Katharine Jefferts Schori as Presiding Bishop.My reaction (after "It's a girl!") was that there were some very qualified people in the running, so she must have made a big impression to be a clear favorite. Then I thought "boy, are some people going to be whining

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Blessings and congratulations to those who were ordained today, the day between the Feast of the Giving of the Book (Shavuot) and the Feast of the Giving of the Spirit (Pentecost): Karen, Micah, and others (Chris?).

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Two of the people I met at the dim sum brunch for my friend Elissa go to the fab Sara's church, "St. Ned's". So of course when "How many Episcopalians are there?" came up in the context of discussing the day's Gospel at the 8 pm alt worship service last night, I of course had to repeat an old joke, "Seventeen. The rest is done with mirrors." In other news, my trip with Elissa to Sagrada with

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I walked to midweek service on Wednesday and got to sit in the chapel by myself for a little while: Actually, I walked to church yesterday as well, because it's graduation season and I wanted to keep the reserved spots free for other volunteers. It's been lovely weather, so it's been very nice. I'm back to work tomorrow after some medical leave - not quite sure I have my brain completely

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Habemus episcopam!Based on what I heard from the walkabout participants, we got a good'un.Congrats to the people of Eastern Michigan and my native Northern California on their new bishop-elects.

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I would really like to thank everyone for their support. It's incredibly moving, and does help give me the strength to keep on plugging. I hope to blog further about this over the weekend when I have more time; work is pretty much occupying most of my waking hours as I am getting to sleep early.New meds are started. I am praying that these work without the bad side effects of the last one.

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Well, for the three or so of you reading, I would very much appreciate prayers for my health and work situation. It is officially Very Bad, and I'm not really sure what to do at this point. I've been suffering very bad side effects from a medication, which I stopped, and was starting to feel back to my regular self before the latest shock. I cooked dinner on Wednesday. I went to the CDSP

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I feel like I've been in "St. Spike's - Survivor". More later, I hope.

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My soul magnifies the Lord,And my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.For He has regarded the low estate of His handmaiden,For behold, henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name. And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation.He has shown strength with His arm: He has scattered the proud in the

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Popping back into blog world with a little fluff courtesy of the RevGals: Name five things that would be in a store that is All About You.Okay, it would be a light, sunny space with comfy couches and lots of:1. Books 2. Food, or food preperation items (I remember my visit to a Penzey's store quite well)3. Textiles (clothes, coverlets, decorative objects, yardage)4. Cats (curled up with me

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The weather has been unaccountably fierce for early March in this part of the world. On Friday there was snow just above sealevel, by UC (and not the hilly bits either). There was also a fierce hailstorm. I missed getting snowed or hailed on but was exhausted from all the adrenaline at work (continued prayers for the situation appreciated ... want to start looking for a job that is not quite

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1141873538899845182006-03-08T18:37:00.000-08:002006-03-08T19:05:38.913-08:00

I have a couple of tags to respond to, and my dear but extremely naughty Maggie has been tagged by those handsome doodle boys Whistle and Fish over at St. Casserole, but those will have to wait.I wanted to get some of the Ash Wednesday round-up off my mind. There's been a lot on my mind with the IRS and work, work, work (I got overwhelmed today at lunchtime and cried for about five minutes

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Ash Wednesday was a challenging day for me. The weirdness at work continues still, with an underlying layer of High Anxiety, and my minimal food consumption didn't make me spiritual, just hungry and cranky (especially on a very energetic day at the office). So I was feeling miserable, all right, but not sure that it was for the "right reasons". Late in the afternoon I did a brief peek into the

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It's been an intense fortnight or so. Lots of ups and downs. The major downer was finding a fat letter from the IRS in my mailbox just as I was rushing in the door last Saturday to take a quick shower and breather before our Feed the Homeless enterprise. I had hoped to spend some time this weekend cleaning and organizing the house - I didn't do squat last weekend - but this is ridiculous.(

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Oh, you want something for that other guy?LC's throwing flowers; I'll provide the chocolate.Yes, I did make that! I just posted the recipe. Thanks to the fab Biggles for the pic.

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Someone around the RGBP blogring has a "Friday Poetry Blogging" thing going on. I will probably get back to Friday Cat Blogging in the not too distant future but as I will be posting a cat pic as part of my response to bls' m*m* tag, I'll pass for now.In working out my responses for the tag ("What were you doing ten years ago?") I realized that my friend Susan Hattie had been dead ten years just

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There was a m*m* spreading to post some poetry on Candlemas/Groundhog Day. I've been off the computer (at home) much of that time, so just caught up.Emily posted the "Midwinter spring" bit from Little Gidding, so I'll post another one for this change of seasons - which we feel acutely in Northern California, because it really is when our spring starts. It also connects with my returning to the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1138595942721155972006-01-29T20:38:00.000-08:002006-01-29T20:39:02.740-08:00

I'm starting to fade this evening - have had a big attack of the "tireds" all day. I woke up at 7, which is rather late for me, and was uncharacteristically yawning during church (although some coffee and sugared goods perked me up for the annual meeting). I am going to try to do my promised update, although I have the feeling that I am leaving things out. Those of you who read the other

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1138583888833594722006-01-29T17:14:00.000-08:002006-01-29T17:18:08.846-08:00

I put it up on the church website, and in my Ship sig, but haven't been near Blogger much till now.The ECUSA's Church Publishing group has put up a quick survey to learn more about Episcopalians' use of technology in their every day and faith lives. It is completely anonymous.Take it here ... and pass it on.(Thanks to LutheranChik for the noodge.)(For the three of you who read this blog ...

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Reading Exodus during MLK Birthday weekend has been a profound experience. I have heard the stories before, both the ancient ones and the more modern ones, but hearing them together was deeply, deeply moving. The ancient times, the desert wanderings, are integrated seamlessly with the things that happened in my childhood (or just before). Ancient history, living memory. Micah notes that on the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1136688748670188602006-01-07T18:36:00.000-08:002006-01-07T18:52:28.683-08:00

Last night's liturgy was both lovely and moving, even though just about everyone involved in it had The Cold from Hell. The serving team came through in a pinch for no-shows and it looked like they had it planned all along. The choir sang a meltingly lovely Byrd motet of "Surge, illuminare" (which I heard several times because I was early and heard them practice), the hymns were grand, the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1136554453927992552006-01-06T05:18:00.000-08:002006-01-07T08:26:50.690-08:00

Well, tonight instead of going home and sleeping (again), I will smell the sweet waft of frankincense at St. Spike's. I have three gifts for my readers at the Epiphany:1. I have been neglectful in promoting the existence of St. Jerome's Chapel, a Godcasting project of the talented (and charming) Micah Jackson, a spinoff of St. Jerome's Library. Micah is a gifted preacher (yes, I have heard him

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1136255442406061392006-01-02T18:12:00.000-08:002006-01-02T18:37:27.863-08:00

First, for LC - it's wet here, but the worst of the flooding is in Marin and Sonoma Counties, north and closer to the ocean from here. The bad thing is that I am heavily reminded of 1986, which was our last Huge Flood Year (also over New Year's weekend) during which levees failed in the Central Valley and put a lot of land under water. I also heard that Pasadena got rained on for Rose Parade

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1136170146727855442006-01-01T18:17:00.000-08:002006-01-01T18:49:20.120-08:00

All is quiet on New Year's DayA world in white gets underway ... (U2, New Year's Day)I was on call Christmas weekend. Got called twice on the Day (once in my sleep) and spent most of the day of the 26th in the office. Needless to say I have been discombobulated about the special days after Christmas, although LC and bls have been holding up the side. The mega-stress of the previous week had

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1135403115189781632005-12-23T20:19:00.000-08:002005-12-23T21:45:15.233-08:00

I must have some powerful Prayer Warriors in my corner here. I went from 4 mg V yesterday to Not a Damn Thing today. The dread I have had upon waking up is gone, as is one of the notable physical side effects of this whole episode.Last night as I was finally driving home (after useful therapy and acupuncture appointments), a snatch of the angels' song from Auden's For the Time Being (which I

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I'm under enough work stress at the moment that my Enjoyment of the Season has been officially cancelled.It's really, really bad. Prayers appreciated. In happier news, we had a wonderful Lessons and Carols at St. Spike's, I met a Ship person who wandered in there, I learned all about candle lighting (adding to my Store of Useful Church Knowledge) and Jennie brought her well-behaved little dog to

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I went to 8 am this morning because I still don't have much of a voice. (Well, that, and I have a lot of work to do around the house.)I was thrilled to see our less-social church cat walk down the chapel steps and join us just before the service. She came when I made the "This is the hand that loves cats" gesture, and I had her in my arms for a while. Had to put her down (I don't have the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1133056595637440132005-11-26T17:50:00.000-08:002005-11-26T17:56:35.646-08:00

to all my readers. As some of you know, I only attended church semi-regularly before I wandered into St. Spike's. It has been a real education to see the liturgical year unfold week by week for the last year and-an-almost-half.

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At St. Spike's we have a monthly "Third Sunday" offering for various charitable causes. This month's was for our regular Feed-the-Homeless enterprise. [Edited to add:] And I got tagged at the almost-last minute to make the pitch during announcements.Today's Gospel reading was Matthew 25:31-46, the "I was hungry and you gave me food" one. I hadn't read lectionary blogs, and even though this was

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1131651166450877802005-11-10T11:30:00.000-08:002005-11-10T11:32:46.450-08:00

As an admin note, I have posted some back dated entries from our busy week.I have a vacation day, and no appointments to go to till 4, so I'm catching up on some R&R.

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I was completely and utterly fried after a long week with lots to do at work and lots to do on evenings and weekends. I spent most of yesterday afternoon gibbering. This morning I *really* had no obligations at St. Spike's, so I slept in till about 8:15 (I had been awakened at 4 with the call phone, and conked back out), played U2's "Mysterious Ways" in an attempt to get motivated and moving,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1131649865949258862005-11-03T21:33:00.000-08:002005-11-10T11:11:05.960-08:00

This is more a story from last night, but I didn't want to tell it there.Anyway. At St. Spike's we have a parishioner who is suffering from dementia. (I had heard Alzheimer's but it really makes no nevermind what is causing it.) Let me call her Doris, because that is not her name. Doris is married to Jack (also not his name). Jack is in the choir, which means that he normally shows up an

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1131647570486321402005-11-02T22:17:00.000-08:002005-11-10T10:32:50.496-08:00

I continued the Music Cure en route to St. Spike's to set up for our All Souls Solemn Requiem Eucharist. The car CD flipped over to Eva Cassidy's Songbird, and I almost face-palmed in a "Why wasn't I playing this before" gesture. I started howling as "Fields of Gold" played. And I stayed in the car after parking it to listen to "Over the Rainbow" again.I managed to stay dry-eyed through the

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Via Derek,, Spiffy, and I've probably seen it some other places.Bible Knowledge QuizAccording to Derek (who really knows his Bible) it's a non-silly test, so I was happy to scrape out a 72% pass overall. I was strong on the Gospels and Epistles and weak on the Prophets and OT History. I was otherwise cruising at around 70% for the other areas. I expect by this time next year (with EFM) I will

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"Behold a great priest, who in his days pleased God, and who was found to be just."Bishop Swing paid his final visit to St. Spike's yesterday morning. The above was sung in Latin by the choir at his entrance. (Elgar, for you music buffs.)As I was on point for Altar Guild, I was one busy little bee most of the weekend. We did extra setup on Saturday - hanging the frontal, sweeping the nave,

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I will be catching up some on the blog posts this weekend since I will have a little more time available. I acknowledge the tags by both Jennifer and Simeon, although I haven't gotten around to them yet. (Mind you, I am trying to peel my idiosyncracies down to five that I want to be public about!)It's a beautiful day and I am happy to not be working.

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I attended 8 am service last week and mourned Brigid all over again. She was such a part of that service that it is still strange to me to not see her there, processing in with her tail held high, or curled on a chair. I think I saved myself from sudden tearbursts by imagining Maggie in the chapel, rocketing around, knocking things off, and vocalizing.I was more than half expecting to feel a

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Today was the annual Blessing of the Animals at the church. I decided to start Maggie off right and haul her in. I was more than a little apprehensive that she would *MROWR* during the service (in a very acoustically live space). Even the normally preternaturally mellow Maya vocalized when I tried. As it turns out, she was the only cat to be blessed today, as Poor Brigid was with St.

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Or, "I'm so blogging this." (T-shirt?Button?)Karen over at Kinesis posted about the first-ever East Bay Theology on Tap (a project of the Young Adult ministry of the Diocese). The subject? Blogging! I asked if middle-aged faithbloggers were welcome and she said "sure". I had meant to be mostly an observer but I ended up talking a lot (hopefully not out of line).It was a very enjoyable

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1127589336208859762005-09-24T12:14:00.000-07:002005-09-24T12:15:36.216-07:00

Long before I attended St. Spike's regularly, I knew of Brigid, one of the Resident Felines. I first encountered her one Ash Wednesday; I dutifully trooped up to the rail to get my ashes, and was boggled when I trooped back down the side aisle to see a large gray tabby perched placidly on the childrens' toy basket in the front of the nave, calmly observing as a church full of people passed by

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1126846504080026042005-09-15T21:41:00.000-07:002005-09-15T22:11:08.576-07:00

Today, for some reason, I poked my nose into the Morning Prayer service published by the fine people at Mission St. Clare. I don't do this often, because I have a Daily Office book now.But poke I did ... and they were celebrating none other than the Divine Poet, Dante Alighieri. I was delighted. I didn't know Dante had a day on the kalendar; I had been contemplating the "who are your patrons"

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1126750410444895602005-09-14T18:15:00.000-07:002005-09-14T19:13:30.463-07:00

I've been a stress puppy, as you all know. A friend who is a devotee of Amma suggested that I take the meditation class they offer (no worship of Amma required). A class was coming up at the ashram in San Ramon, and at $15 it was a deal, so up I signed, and at an early hour Saturday morning, I was in my car zooming east into the suburbs. The class was in the temple, and I smiled to see the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1126241121372319252005-09-08T21:30:00.000-07:002005-09-08T21:45:21.376-07:00

The Evensong and Organ Recital series starts up at my church again and that makes me happy.The series starts this Sunday, the eleventh of September. I'm taking a pass on a potluck dinner with the Berkeley EFM "gang" (half of whom I haven't met because they are part of The Other Parish Doing This With Us) to be there. Well, after taking a meditation class for all Saturday and Sunday morning, I

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1125976248132412542005-09-05T19:33:00.000-07:002005-09-05T20:12:48.540-07:00

As Emily, LutheranChik, Susie, and Dylan have pointed out, this past Sunday's Gospel is difficult, especially coming on the heels of such an immense tragedy. (Although there is that incredible promise at the end, "For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.")At St. Spike's, the deacon preached on the Epistle instead. The following really resonated in the light of last

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1125789094401390222005-09-03T16:01:00.000-07:002005-09-03T16:11:34.406-07:00

I would like to thank all of you lovely people for your prayers. I got some medical assistance this week that has helped me out of the downward spiral. (I had no idea how much the High Anxiety was messing with my mind.) I am not out of the woods but things are definitely looking up. I am about to run an errand and then chop things for a big pot of Creole stuff for this weekend's NOLA-themed

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1125628285034603312005-09-01T19:13:00.000-07:002005-09-01T20:01:35.870-07:00

I am, even in my debilitated physical and mental state, utterly stunned at the extent of the one-two punch in the Crescent City and in the MS/AL gulf. I think that every city in this land should have a jazz funeral to commemorate the dead and the diaspora, and do Fat Tuesday/crawfish feeds for relief charity.Via bls over at The Topmost Apple I learned of the Blog for Relief day sponsored by The

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1125461490980865542005-08-30T20:59:00.000-07:002005-08-30T21:15:14.310-07:00

It's gone from bad to worse with me. Spare prayers would be much appreciated. Although, being the determined fool I am, I keep seeing light at the end of the tunnel. (Actually, a number of people I know tell me that they think I am a very strong and determined person to cope to the extent that I have. That, I think, is going to help me get off the failure bus.)I only occasionally (like, when

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1124506331749487932005-08-19T19:35:00.000-07:002005-08-19T19:52:11.756-07:00

It's been bad this week. Very, very bad. The only really good thing that came out of it was that I don't need surgery (yet, anyway) and the blood iron is getting back up there. I'm still getting a laptop, though. That's my Retail Therapy. On Wednesday, after a long disgusting day and much to do in the evening, I finally oozed under the covers and read Compline. I curled on my side to fall

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1124340048450543502005-08-17T21:18:00.000-07:002005-08-17T21:40:48.456-07:00

Dibs and dabs from what's been going on:1. The anemia has not been helped by weirdness at work. The call phone has been waking me up regularly and we have had a large network virus outbreak at the office that has pretty much kept me hopping for the last few days. I now look as tired as I feel. Spare prayers would be appreciated.2. But I had no hesitation about going up to the healing

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1123819667103375632005-08-11T20:58:00.000-07:002005-08-11T21:07:47.110-07:00

I've had a major case of the grumps much of the day, which weren't helped when I realized this has gone on an entire month. *sigh* I'm enough on the edge to wonder if I'm due for another round before it ends. Seriously, I want to set the flamethrower on Extra Crispy, quit my job, that sort of thing. It feels very PMS.Today's Real Live Preacher had a link to a very moving post with a prayer

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1123731555596506262005-08-10T20:45:00.000-07:002005-08-10T20:59:43.306-07:00

Is it Wednesday already? I've spent a lot of time sleeping recently. I had trouble sleeping again on Sunday night - it was one of those "the cure is as bad as the disease" situations - but have made up for it since.The improved mental outlook seems to be holding much of the time, thanks be to God. I also feel physically better much of the time, thanks be to God, although the underlying

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1123453690579247202005-08-07T16:49:00.000-07:002005-08-07T17:03:39.296-07:00

I know the Lectionary is fixed major league, big time, and I know that the Music Director at St. Spike's has his music sorted out well in advance. But sometimes it seems like someone has psychically intuited my needs-of-the-moment and picked things out just for me. I hauled myself over to St. Spike's this morning. I felt worse than I did yesterday because I had big trouble getting to sleep

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1123366979675699242005-08-06T14:47:00.000-07:002005-08-06T16:25:07.126-07:00

Well, much has been going on that is worthy fodder for this blog. I'd love to comment more on ++Akinola's bid for power as reported by Fr. Jake and others.And both the gang at the Ship of Fools forums and LJ Dark_Christian have been laughing at a proposed "Christian exodus" to Greenville, South Carolina. But I've been barely creeping through the week. I've been losing a lot of blood and the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1123303972878053592005-08-03T21:03:00.000-07:002005-08-06T14:42:51.586-07:00

It's a subject near and dear to my heart. I have been made an honorary member of several ethnic groups not my own for my proclivity to want to feed people. I started my food blog after a Maundy Thursday dinner and service at Grace where the stuff just kept appearing on the point of its running out. And I've certainly got more practical practice with that since I moved over to St. Spike's,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122688663465552052005-07-29T18:11:00.000-07:002005-07-29T18:57:43.473-07:00

Today is the feast day of Mary and Martha of Bethany. I used to think of Martha as just a busybody, fussy woman of some sort ... after all, Mary did have "the better part" ... and I was certainly a dreamy Mary sort of girl ... but in the last couple of years, as I have been more exposed to the actual Scriptures, as opposed to what I remember from Sunday school, I've definitely been rethinking

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122356335693932742005-07-25T21:12:00.000-07:002005-07-26T17:34:42.783-07:00

Yesterday felt a lot more like How Things Usually Are around St. Spike's (I have decided to refer to my parish home by the alias I give it on the Ship). I almost didn't make it in time (esp. bad since a friend was there visiting!) but settled into enjoyment of the fine day. Our substitute organist du jour played in a way that made it very easy for me to get my note (must send him thank you mail

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122298774405719762005-07-24T18:09:00.000-07:002005-07-25T06:39:34.413-07:00

Ever since I re-read Things Seen and Unseen, I had been thinking, "I wish there were something around here like the Episcopal monastery that Nora goes to all the time in Santa Barbara". (Actually, I'd heard of that place long before, as an excellent place to make a retreat or just unwind for a couple of days.) I was certainly planning to have some Santa Barbara downtime on my entirely

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122088883000837912005-07-22T19:44:00.000-07:002005-07-22T20:23:57.666-07:00

In honor of the feast day of St. Mary Magdalene, and in continuing solidarity with the brave people of London, I'd like to share a photo of the beginning of the ikon wall above my desk: (The ikon on the right is of John Donne, priestly poet and the Dean of St. Paul's.)Both of these ikons have a very special meaning for me. The large-scale originals (by modern ikonographer Robert Lentz) are in

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122166874180007512005-07-18T20:42:00.000-07:002005-07-23T18:01:14.186-07:00

The Summer-And-Rector's-On-Vacation Glitches at the parish continued yesterday, with the celebrant not showing (and not calling, either). Somewhat fortunately for us, he wasn't the one preaching, and the priest who was preaching ended up taking on the other role as well. It was one of those things where only those who actually read the bulletin would have known differently but it felt like a

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1122170906429040162005-07-11T21:07:00.000-07:002005-07-23T19:08:26.433-07:00

The Gospel yesterday was The Parable of the Sower. Now as it happens, I heard not one but two sermons on this passage (I went to 8 am at St. M's and then picked up a newly-arrived-in-the-bayarea friend for 11 am at Grace, and got some more insights from LutheranChik (it was good to hear a Real Gardener get at this passage), but that's not what really struck me.At St. M's we used the entirety of

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1120449637165954682005-07-03T20:27:00.000-07:002005-07-03T21:02:38.453-07:00

I was somewhat dreading this Sunday at my church, as the rector, one of the assisting clergy (who is definitely one of the more engaging preachers of the assisting), a fair number of the people I know, and the organist are all on pilgrimage of one form or another (the organist in the Holy Land, the rest in Wales) and it's summer and a lot of other people are taking vacations.I considered going to

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1120352034978020402005-07-02T17:41:00.000-07:002005-07-02T18:06:11.503-07:00

Via the Live Journal Dark Christian community:"How to be a Pro-Choice Christian"(originally distributed from www.christianworldviewnetwork.com)As an argument, it's got holes that a truck can be driven through. (Oooooh... Marxists!!) As I noted on the LJ post, I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but apparently the Christian Left has gotten noticeable enough for others to start bearing a lot of

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1120352348530928052005-07-01T13:55:00.000-07:002005-07-02T18:04:38.543-07:00

I don't agree with all of them, but Prof. Peter Ludlow has updated Martin Luther and come up with Ninety-Five Theses on the Religious Right.Via Sunfell/LJ "Dark_Christian".

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Via the well-informed (and recently ordained! Dave, this post from a well-known ECUSA figure:Why I am Not a "Liberal"I agree with quite a bit of what the reverend gentleman says, and I will say that I get cheesed off when others make the mistake of equating my social moderate-to-progressive stance with "liberal" theology. I'm actually rather orthodox in my theology.(Must find that quiz that was

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1120357445343479912005-06-28T06:18:00.000-07:002005-07-02T19:24:05.350-07:00

(Also posted on Open Thou Our Lips, a group blog about spiritual practices I'm a part of.)I've made a few attempts over the years of usually-sporadic church attendance to do some sort of structured "daily devotions". To make a longish story short, I have discovered the resource literally under my nose in the Book of Common Prayer and started reading Compline more or less daily. It is, in my

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1118498927051245192005-06-11T06:49:00.000-07:002005-06-11T08:15:00.566-07:00

Via LutheranChik, I learned of the Virtual Church of the Blind Chihuahua. I love their description of their site:This is a sacred place in cyberspace named after a little old dog with cataracts, who barked sideways at strangers, because he couldn't see where they were. We humans relate to God in the same way, making a more or less joyful noise in God's general direction, and expecting a reward

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1118457002438943052005-06-10T18:53:00.000-07:002005-06-10T19:30:02.443-07:00

Meet Brigid (who, before you ask, is indeed listed under "Staff - Felines" on the web site and in the weekly bulletin): This is her second favorite chair in the sanctuary - her favorite is the even more elaborate chair reserved for the Bishop's use. Fortunately for those of us concerned with de-furring the furniture, the Bishop is on a once-every-two-years visitation schedule. But she is the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1118447700563458012005-06-09T21:54:00.000-07:002005-06-10T18:53:27.663-07:00

Speaking of "being back", the picture is from my old stomping grounds, Grace Cathedral, at the ordination I was at on Saturday. It was good to be back there on a fine day and watching Dave get ordained deacon. *squee* I sat in the pews before the start and goggled at the "Tongues of Fire" installation way, way, way above our heads, wind and the Spirit. It's several months after my

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1118191249111551692005-06-07T17:27:00.000-07:002005-06-07T17:40:49.116-07:00

After about a year's hiatus, this blog is back. Inspired by bloggers of faith like Sara and bls and so many more as they work out what it all means in front of God and everyone, I'm looking for a place to explore signs and wonders, things seen and unseen in the blogosphere, or at least get some practice putting things in words. It feels like it's getting to the point where, like with my food

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1093101629944855812004-08-21T08:19:00.000-07:002004-08-21T08:20:29.943-07:00

I'm updating my LiveJournal and food blogs more often. I am keeping this blog around, as I can do more interesting things with the setup. But if you don't see me updating this, check out the other ones - links on the right.

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KQED had coverage of the convention, so I got to hear Bill Clinton giving the delegates some old-time religion. Half an hour, too, amazingly concise for a Clinton speech. In other news, the Dems and the Governator seem to have come to a handshake deal on the budget, talk of "girlie men" asides.

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I finally got the camera software installed on the computer, and downloading pictures was easy. I also got a refresher in how to upload files to my web space (the machines keep changing around). The only thing I need to do now is tell the camera to not make the pictures so big, as they take a lot of disk space. I also figured out how to embed them in blog posts with html code without cracking

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Well, it's July 17th, and as in all but very good years that I remember, the State budget is not finalized. BIG surprise to us experienced state house watchers. Despite the campaign promises of the Governator, and his considerable personal pull. Okay, so he's all over the map, but he's still a star. Mayyyyybeeee it's the sheer enormity of the hole that needs to be filled, complicated by that

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1089571943761645932004-07-11T11:50:00.000-07:002004-07-11T11:52:23.760-07:00

[Also posted on my LJ] That song popped itself into my brain as an earworm a couple of days back and has been tough to dislodge since because in some ways I feel (socially and creatively) like I did in 1999, when I hosted regular parties for visiting net.buddies, the living room and kitchen were regularly picked up because of that, I had some hope of having evenings off for classes and

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1089126349395826872004-07-06T07:32:00.000-07:002004-07-06T08:05:49.396-07:00

Last night as I was listening to All Things Considered, the buzz was all that Kerry was about to name his running mate and the information would be sent out in e-mail to the supporters list. I briefly considered making sure I was signed up, but figured it would all come out in the wash by the time I woke up, so toodled off to bed. And sure enough, this morning it was all over the news that

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1088987957959620462004-07-04T17:36:00.000-07:002004-07-04T17:39:17.960-07:00

I have been on call this weekend, and the phone has been ringing, which has left me with no energy to futz with the comments and piccies. Maybe tomorrow (if the whole world is not trying to hit the blogger servers - hah). Had a nice dinner with Ayse, Noel, and Elaine last night in my almost-decluttered* kitchen; makes up for no July 4 party today. (* Found some things I need to do ...

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For photos. My Canon 410 digital camera finally arrived (on the third time ordering) so I will be tweaking this, and my food blog, to be Photo Enhanced. I might even fix the commenting feature Real Soon Now. It's been busy at work, and I have started cleaning again with a vengeance, so I have not been blogging much. (Although if you really want to comment in the meantime, pop on over to my

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I'm constantly amazed at the changes south of Market in San Francisco. I attended a conference at Moscone Center today and was a bit taken aback to realize that the huge parking lot I listened to Jesse Jackson in during the 1984 Democratic convention (or, why I was one of the few Devoted Democrats who didn't hear Mario Cuomo's famous address to that body) was now the Yerba Buena Center for the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1087438120190340932004-06-16T19:06:00.000-07:002004-06-16T19:16:38.560-07:00

(this one is good enough for all the blogs) My brother and his family recently moved into a nice brand-new house (they got to make the choices and everything). It was a long process looking for something they liked in an area they could afford, and lengthened by the construction process, but it's definitely worth the wait. I stayed with them when I was in the southland. It has a nice open

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1087437346047162852004-06-16T18:48:00.000-07:002004-06-16T19:17:09.783-07:00

And the camera is still not here. I don't feel so bad, although I wish that I had it with me and look forward to its arrival. I'll be posting more around the blogs when I "catch up".

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One disadvantage of web shopping is that the price for the often better prices is that it takes a while to arrive. I got spoiled in my early days with Amazon where even the "Super Saver Shipping" would arrive in three or so days because Amazon has a warehouse outside Reno. I made two orders on the web the weekend before last and am still waiting for the items to arrive. I am hoping at least

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1085933647347925542004-05-30T09:10:00.000-07:002004-06-16T19:17:58.506-07:00

Thanks to Spiffy for reposting these recently. Saved me a trip through my email. My food blog is called Love and Cooking because of this. 1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self Respect for others and Responsibility for all your actions. 4. Remember that not getting

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124847109117072966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201635.post-1085928377796567802004-05-30T07:43:00.000-07:002004-06-16T19:18:25.546-07:00

The cat woke me up at about five am this morning (which is actually not bad for her) and I thought "I shouldn't go back to sleep because I have to go in work early and prepare for my meeting with (boss' boss)." It was a relief to realize it was Sunday and I didn't have to. (I woke up too late to go to early church but might go later.)

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Three day weekend! I have been in adrenaline hell the last two weeks and more. Work got way too busy, my sister in law was in the hospital, and the cat has a lump (vet appointment within the hour). I did get a lot of fabric ironed, but didn't have energy to sew. Last night was quite unexpectedly pleasant; I expected to be exhausted after work due to cramps but ended up having a nice social

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Roses The roses are so incredibly lush and beautiful - Madame Hardy shooting through the eglantine, the Gertrude Jekyll in full pink bloom - that I am thinking of going out and buying a digital camera RIGHT NOW so I can take pictures. We are not talking one sweet Madame Hardy flower, either. There are half a dozen on that bush, quite unusual for it. I will call up a friend of mine and see if

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100 Things About Me This list has been kicking around since last year, before I got sick. 1. I'm the sixth generation of my family to have lived in California. (Sacramento and environs) 2. I moved to the coast from the Central Valley after I graduated from college. I still don't miss "summer" much. 3. My favorite cousin, my sister-in-law, and I were all born in the same week. I am the "

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A Perfect Home Opener for the Giants Barry Bonds ties his godfather Willie Mays' home run mark. With Mays watching. By hitting a ball deep into McCovey Cove. And they won!

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Passing Over In the church at Maundy Thursday service, I got a huge sense of having "passed over", during our Christianized celebration of Christ's last (passover) supper. It wasn't during the meal, although I was thinking what the last year had brought - where I was, what I was thinking last Maundy Thursday and what actually happened since. And I got the answer to my "Grace or some place in

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And I forgot the best part ... of my April 1. As I was getting in my car to go to work, I not only saw some Gulf Fritillary butterflies on my passiflora ... I saw a hummingbird. They're back in my yard! Whoohoo! I'm certainly not going to get around to digging a tree hole this weekend (I put the sweet peas in and I am exhausted AND sneezing), but I will put some feeders, recently found in

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It's April, No Fooling I missed NPR's April Fool's joke but Google had a good one with its advertising positions on Mars. I had some less-than-usual shopping errands to run this morning so I got to drive around and admire Berkeley in the spring. I got some sweet peas at Dwight Way Nursery when I was buying planting mix - an incentive for me to water the plants I am finally going to be able to

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Mixed bag week The good news on the lost object front is that the cookbooks turned up in the bookshelf. The bad news is I haven't seen my cell phone since Monday. I learned that one of my former net.pals is now in the Guinness Book of World Records for her duck collection, but it is a bit overshadowed by learning that a former coworker had lost her battle with breast cancer. It must not have

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The fog is back Well, it was back yesterday morning, but burned off quite nicely. It was sunny (if very windy) when I went to Out of the Closet to drop off my donation. I started tackling the bedroom, got more for the Lost Object count, and added two bags of trash to my total. 10 bags total for the weekend and a couple of more of recycling assembled. I didn't cook (much - I made

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Yay Me! After procrastinating in about every way possible about doing some zone cleaning (a la Flylady), and doing some half-hearted work (okay, I did fill up most of a paper sack with trash), the penny dropped and I realized that organizing my records for giveaway for the remainder of the clothes donation counted as zone cleaning, since the giveaway pile was in the zone room. I found my file

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