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...since my last post! But I've been busy:
- learning my way around the offices and other spaces of my internship church,
- getting to know my internship supervisor (IS) & church staff,
- figuring out a work schedule that allows me to sleep at home most nights,
- drafting and redrafting a learning agreement for the UUA (and a learning covenant for the seminary),
- preaching,
- meeting with my internship committee,
- getting ready to teach - and to learn,
- riding the rollercoaster of parish life, and
- having fun at it! (even when I don't get enough sleep)
WHEEEEEE!!!!!
When I told a longtime UU minister of my acquaintance where I'd be interning, his response was - "You'll learn a lot there, not the least of which will be how to have a good time doing ministry. [IS] doesn't do anything without having fun." He was right. And I'm very grateful. Because, you know, this work is lonely, and arduous, and can be downright depressing if we let it be. And I'm a naturally serious sort who needs people like my spouse who teases me about how he never planned to be married to a priest (he grew up Catholic), and friends who throw cows at me occasionally.
I'd like to write so much about my internship. I'm blessed with a congregation that has loved and let go of interns before - and are justly proud of their role in those ministers' formation. As a result, I have an internship committee whose members know what they're about. Two of them have been on internship committees before; all but two remember at least one past intern.
They are good at praise, bless their hearts - but they are equally good at asking questions. Questions like "why did you choose to mess with the IS's standard liturgy for this traditional service?" (Because I couldn't authentically say those words and mean them.) Questions like "so, why couldn't you just say them anyway?" (Because I have to speak out of my own integrity and in my own voice.) They point out little things, like I'm inhabiting the space more naturally now, which makes everything flow better. And they reassure me about stupid things that happen - like microphone transmitters that fall out of robe pockets, and candles that stubbornly refuse to light. They push, they question, they praise, they suggest - they are helping me live into my ministry, as much as IS. They are a gift.
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So - work/life balance. How, exactly does that work? I knew it wouldn't be easy, having a spouse with a 40+ hour/week job whose life is his work (or at least his employer would like it that way). A committee member who also works for a huge corporation pointedly asked me last week if DH & I had done anything fun together lately. Something besides grocery shopping, or going on the retreat where I worked. Um, well, that had been awhile, too.
Yesterday we went hiking again. DH bought me new hiking boots for my birthday. My old ones were broken down & leaky, so I now have nice waterproof Keen's with really good arch support. We spent the day hiking around a pond, then through the woods to a backpacker's shelter. The pond and the adjoining lake were mucky with the blue-green algae that is rampant in bodies of water around here since the spring floods. Even so, being with DH while hearing & seeing fish jumping and walking around natural bodies of water lifted a piece of my soul I wasn't aware needed lifting yet. The woods were filled with orange and black flying Japanese beetles, which must have mistaken us for their mother ships. Even liberal applications of bug spray failed to stem the onslaught. (We were both wearing blaze orange t-shirts, having no desire to be accidentally shot during "youth hunting weekend.") Mid-day we stopped in a small town for lunch. We had so-so Chinese food, and a good chuckle at an unintentional language "blooper" on the menu. The menu read:
"Wanton eggdrop, or hot-and-sour soup"
We were kind of wondering about wanton eggdrops - just asking to be eaten, right? I'm pretty sure it should have read: "won-ton, egg drop, or hot-and-sour soup," given how our waiter presented the choices to us.
It was good to do this. There is no guarantee that good weather will continue - it's October already and DH & I both remember trick-or-treating in snow as children. And I have a hell of a schedule for the next two weeks. Remembered laughter over wanton eggdrops, and the picture in my mind of hawks overhead, may be just enough to sustain me/us 'til we can play hooky another day.