Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Under my desk

I've kicked off my shoes under my desk. It's just easier to do things without 2 1/2 inch heels, even if they look great.

After worship at noon, I did a few random things in my office -- responding to e-mails, turning in bulletin drafts, etc., and then went to lunch. My favorite Thai restaurant down the street has a great lunch special and because I was there late today, the place was empty. I stopped at the resale shop next door and found some pjs for the Baby Boy and a sweater for myself.

And now I feel the need to really get down to business about my Lenten devotion or disicpline. I don't have one, except the need and desire for one. I've given things up before -- coffee, chocolate, candy, etc., but that holds little spiritual appeal this year. I think I'll try to create something -- something that I can hold between my hands and turn over, something that requires me to take materials and assemble images and words, something that I can point to when it's done, something that I can complete.

Of course there are other, more pressing things that I need to do -- phone calls and meetings and confirmation and finding the prayer requests that I have somehow misplaced. But those things exhaust me. And I'm feeling a little worn out today, a little depleted, a little drained.

Perhaps I'll join my shoes under my desk!

4 comments:

RuthRE said...

I think I'll try to create something -- something that I can hold between my hands and turn over, something that requires me to take materials and assemble images and words, something that I can point to when it's done, something that I can complete.

You know what? That reminds me of the first Lent that I took seriously. I was in high school...and was really into Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar (my teenage connections to my faith) I had somehow decided to take a peaceful walk into the backyard and select a nice twig or two. My intention was to, taking a minute each day, fashion this twig , with some thread, into a cross. (Listening to my select soundtracks of course). It was completed by Good Friday. It....really meant something. I still have it somewhere....hmm now I have to go looking for it! :)

juniper68 said...

I'm thinking about creating things and how this connects to the previous post about the bread - theres' something so Tibetan-sand-painting about the creation of really good food. The point of it is the creation, because it doesnt stick around long.

Of course, you want something you can hang on to, and there's a place for that too.

Pink Shoes said...

Interesting connection, Juniper -- there is something satisfying in the process of cooking really good food... particularly when it's to be enjoyed among friends.

How much of art is the product and how much is the process... I spent at least a semester discussing that very question and not coming up with anything solid... but an enjoyable conversaton, for certain. Thanks for the comments.

Lorna said...

vision of you curled up under the desk with the shoes ...

remember to turn the phone off first, so you don't startle and bump your head

be blessed