post #1 and random BA nun story
Hello all!
For some reason, I feel very inspired to blog. I blame/credit Irma. I just got off the phone with this particularly wonderful person, who I had a particularly wonderful conversation with. One topic: how to keep in touch with people over the summer. I'm going to NY and Europe as you all know, and I'm quite excited about it, but I'm also a bit overwhelmed with how to keep in touch, and thinking about not doing so may bring many angry emails to my box. My conundrum: how do you write to so many people who know all these different facets of you...and how do you do it so its not repetitve to you? I hate repeating myself; this is why I will never be a teacher. And the multiple audience thing....always has me scratching my head. I mean, it's not that I'm a different person to different people, but sort of...yes. Some of you are way more conservative/liberal/honed into your own particular lingo than you realize (I do say this with much love)...so the only antidote is....to blog about non-sensical things. And this is what this blog will be all about. Random, dumb, I-will-try-to-be-funny-or-not things, or just plain whatever I feel like. And I promise I will try my best not to over-analyze, not be overly self-conscious such things, so I'll actually post something. Of course, since I will be posting random, dumb, funny, not funny or whatever fits my whimsy type things....this might in fact be my very last post. In which case, I do hope you all have a good summer.
Just kidding. So, maybe I'll start now. Maybe my summer starts now. So today, after I talked to Irma, I got on the bus, where I was just thinking about this blog, and how I could blog about dumb things...thinking about how I could blog about my flight...about how I'm flying British Airways, and how I've only flown British Airways 2 other times in my life. The last time was on a very crowded flight from London where I met this nun. She had the middle seat, and I had the aisle seat. I was very glad I had the aisle seat because she was overflowing from the middle seat. She didn't seem to quite realize that we were flying to New York, which meant culturally speaking no talking, no eye contact, you put your attitude on and you fall asleep. She was rather bubbly and nice. I, on the other hand, had my attitude on, because it automatically comes on whenever I fly to New York. I had my attitude on, but I had just come from a particularly---how do I say---powerful? awesome? sweet? trip from London, where I had spent 4 weeks alone but not alone, where I felt so provided for by God. So, conscious of my automatic attitude, I consciously tried to think about how to turn it off, and still how not to get stuck in a conversation for the rest of the flight. Midway through, I felt bad enough for ignoring her, so I talked to her, and we had this wonderful conversation about Vatican II. This is the first time I had heard of Vatican II, and this nun who had been a missionary in Zimbabwe or something like that for 20 years was telling me of how she met the living God for the first time at this convent on Long Island of all places. Long Island. I remember thinking in italics. That's where I'm from....land of very few Christians from what I could tell. Apparently, she was on her way back to her convent in Amagasett (I'm missing letters there), which is near East Hampton. And it was there, after she had served God for a billion years where she experienced God for the first time. And it was because of Vatican II reforms that her convent was this way, and off she went on about how wonderful it was, what a new breath of air it brought to the Catholic church, and how Catholics love reading the Bible and being in God's presence. This was my first time hearing of Catholic vibrancy.
It was one of those good conversations, where you feel a bit humbled, and I was glad I overcame my attitude to see much more of how God is at work. I guess that was in 1997, nine years ago. It's funny how different things in the present will jog your memory about the past; it's funny how it is in a weird way easier to tell stories about the past. So much more processed, veritably memorable.
My other British Airways flight was not so interesting. Just about gagging in smoke. I guess I will end here for today.
For some reason, I feel very inspired to blog. I blame/credit Irma. I just got off the phone with this particularly wonderful person, who I had a particularly wonderful conversation with. One topic: how to keep in touch with people over the summer. I'm going to NY and Europe as you all know, and I'm quite excited about it, but I'm also a bit overwhelmed with how to keep in touch, and thinking about not doing so may bring many angry emails to my box. My conundrum: how do you write to so many people who know all these different facets of you...and how do you do it so its not repetitve to you? I hate repeating myself; this is why I will never be a teacher. And the multiple audience thing....always has me scratching my head. I mean, it's not that I'm a different person to different people, but sort of...yes. Some of you are way more conservative/liberal/honed into your own particular lingo than you realize (I do say this with much love)...so the only antidote is....to blog about non-sensical things. And this is what this blog will be all about. Random, dumb, I-will-try-to-be-funny-or-not things, or just plain whatever I feel like. And I promise I will try my best not to over-analyze, not be overly self-conscious such things, so I'll actually post something. Of course, since I will be posting random, dumb, funny, not funny or whatever fits my whimsy type things....this might in fact be my very last post. In which case, I do hope you all have a good summer.
Just kidding. So, maybe I'll start now. Maybe my summer starts now. So today, after I talked to Irma, I got on the bus, where I was just thinking about this blog, and how I could blog about dumb things...thinking about how I could blog about my flight...about how I'm flying British Airways, and how I've only flown British Airways 2 other times in my life. The last time was on a very crowded flight from London where I met this nun. She had the middle seat, and I had the aisle seat. I was very glad I had the aisle seat because she was overflowing from the middle seat. She didn't seem to quite realize that we were flying to New York, which meant culturally speaking no talking, no eye contact, you put your attitude on and you fall asleep. She was rather bubbly and nice. I, on the other hand, had my attitude on, because it automatically comes on whenever I fly to New York. I had my attitude on, but I had just come from a particularly---how do I say---powerful? awesome? sweet? trip from London, where I had spent 4 weeks alone but not alone, where I felt so provided for by God. So, conscious of my automatic attitude, I consciously tried to think about how to turn it off, and still how not to get stuck in a conversation for the rest of the flight. Midway through, I felt bad enough for ignoring her, so I talked to her, and we had this wonderful conversation about Vatican II. This is the first time I had heard of Vatican II, and this nun who had been a missionary in Zimbabwe or something like that for 20 years was telling me of how she met the living God for the first time at this convent on Long Island of all places. Long Island. I remember thinking in italics. That's where I'm from....land of very few Christians from what I could tell. Apparently, she was on her way back to her convent in Amagasett (I'm missing letters there), which is near East Hampton. And it was there, after she had served God for a billion years where she experienced God for the first time. And it was because of Vatican II reforms that her convent was this way, and off she went on about how wonderful it was, what a new breath of air it brought to the Catholic church, and how Catholics love reading the Bible and being in God's presence. This was my first time hearing of Catholic vibrancy.
It was one of those good conversations, where you feel a bit humbled, and I was glad I overcame my attitude to see much more of how God is at work. I guess that was in 1997, nine years ago. It's funny how different things in the present will jog your memory about the past; it's funny how it is in a weird way easier to tell stories about the past. So much more processed, veritably memorable.
My other British Airways flight was not so interesting. Just about gagging in smoke. I guess I will end here for today.
posted by graceh at 5:10 PM
1 Comments:
Congratulations on the birth of your new blog! hehehe... :P
Post a Comment
<< Home