Blogger Ate My Baby!
As many of you know, Blogger has been woogy of late, and I wrote a long, impassioned post the other day about the unfortunate "Us Vs. Them-ism" issue in the UUA, but it was snatched out of the land of the living and consigned to blogger hell. Or limbo.
Maybe I will find or recreate it again someday, but meanwhile, I mourn.
I don't dare write anything substantive today for fear that the same fate awaits all my posts while Blogger is still obviously in vulnerable condition, so let me amuse you with some chit-chat:
It's still raining.
I had a dream last night that I was growing gossamer tufts of hair from my face. When I looked in the mirror and saw them -- rather like delicate little fish fins (and with this weather, IS IT ANY WONDER I'D BE GROWING FINS!?), I said to someone, "Oh my GOD, is this what perimenopause is doing to me?"
I think "perimenopause" is one of those "diseases" the medical establishment makes up in order to convince absolutely ordinary people whose bodies are doing absolutely ordinary things to pathologize the normal process of aging so they can sell more drugs.
I attended the UCC Massachusetts Conference gathering this weekend at Mount Holyoke College and slept in a dorm room, which is always fun.
I dubbed my bed the Cot Of Punishment, but I still think dorms are fun.
The UCC experience was lovely. I felt entirely at home, welcomed, appreciated (I was there with my music group, and we sang for two worship services and a concert last night, all of which were attended by hundreds of liberal Christians -- talk about amazing grace!) and very much among brothers and sisters. The worship service last night ministered to me in a deep and abiding way, and the newly-elected Conference Minister said something so nice to me that I will remember and hold it to my heart for a very long time. He didn't need to do that, either.
Can I tell you how cool it was to sing "Amazing Grace" in shape-note style (my group) and then to be on the stage while a Latino group jammed it in Spanish, and then a jazz group (mostly Black musicians) rocked the house with their version? Total joy, total Spirit.
That's all I'll write now. I do have BANJO lessons later, and a sermon to finish.