Tags: exercise, vocation, church
Date: 05 October 2006 12:22:05
So I signed up for the Body Balance class, the first one was yesterday. I knew that it was going to be a mix of Tai Chi, yoga and Pilates moves and foolishly thought that this would mean that I would be left in a blissful state of Zen-like calm.
Wrong.
The only reason I wasn't able to shout with all my energy "Put my leg where?!!!!!!!" was because I was using up too much energy swearing under my breath and thinking "You've got to be kidding, I can't do that!" with every last little bit of energy and concentration. I was absolutely shattered by the end of it, and I can't half feel it today. I think I stretched muscles that have been buried so long I'd forgotten they existed.
Of course, I'll be a waif by Christmas. Not.
In other news, yesterday evening was the first Eucharist celebrated by our NSM curate, who was priested at the weekend. I think he was very nervous, although he managed to keep all the sung bits on pitch, and he relaxed more the further the service went on. It was really very moving to be there, and I think he's really looking forward to getting into this new phase of his vocation.
Speaking of which (vocation), I've just been watching the warthogs on the Africam (see links, left) and whilst they crack me up (they're SO spectacularly ugly), they also always put me in mind of the conversations I've had with various clergy at church about vocation, about it being in its widest sense living as the person God created us to be. Especially when they're wallowing in the mud at the edge of the waterhole (which is hilarious) I always feel like I'm watching them doing exactly what God always intended them to do - just doing what comes naturally. Maybe I won't share that particular insight with the rector, as I'm sure not everyone would find having their vocation compared to warthogs wallowing in mud particularly complimentary, but anyway it makes sense to me.
Maybe HD is right. Maybe I really am strange.