Smudgie's got me thinking

Categories: oop-norf

Tags: spirituality, churchy stuff

Date: 07 November 2004 21:51:12

Vocations seem a very strange thing.

Things keep nagging away from time to time and remembering a session with my old spiritual director made me think about them a lot. My SD suggested all sorts of things to think about and consider to determine what might be going on. This is in relation to the little things as well as the big. I'm never sure whether to be more worried when things seem to be sorting out or when I've got my head in the sand. I suppose it's reassuring and peaceful when things fall into place but it can still be scary.

Another strange thing about vocations is the way the word 'vocation' is often associated with such a small ministry or role.

Anyway, having had brain ache thinking about all that, back to the normal life...

I had a friend come to stay for the weekend which was nice. It was my old church's anniversary so we went to celebrate. On Friday night we saw Starlight Express. We'd both seen it before in London and agreed, I think, that the new version is nowhere near as good. For me, it was distinctly lacking in track. I did like what they'd done with the stage though. For the races, they project a 3D film for everyone to see but the projector seemed to have a thread on the lens. Also they had two smaller screens which also seem to be suffering from technical problems. It led me to ask 'what is it with technology?' It's not always needed and sometimes it detracts from the Stirling work done by all involved. The other minor gripe was the costumes. They were no match on the old ones though. I always remembered them being so clever - but I suppose that is a) the problem with nostalgia and b) the problem with having textile links. Other than that it was a really good night.

When I got to church on Saturday I met someone I knew from my home town (home). When I'm a good few hundred miles from the place I grew up, it's not what I normally expect. It was really nice to see this person but it was still a shock, and moreso to realise the person knows several of my other friends.
When the various bits of my life meet it's always strange. People from home know far less about me than they think and it's not unsurprising. I've not lived there for three years. In the three years since I left I've done what frequently happens on leaving home - I've blossomed into my own person. A friend of mine blogged something not dissimilar to this recently, having returned to her family house after graduation.
The changes gone through since leaving home mean that people who think they know me so well are suddenly strangers, and people I've known for only a short time know me very well. It is just a strange situation really.

Anyhow, I'm going to go now. I tidied my flat yesterday (well, all except my bedroom) and I'm going to enjoy it. I have a week with almost nothing planned. It's the only week like this for the foreseeable future so I'm going to lie back and let it happen. :-D