Musings
I’ve still never been waterskiing. It’s Big Lake’s 50th anniversary weekend, and I was up there tonight. They were playing an old camp video from 1996, and it was full of waterskiing. In it there were also people biking and sailing.
I couldn’t walk up the stairs this morning. I woke up, went to the gym, and when I got back home, I couldn’t walk up the stairs. I ascended about a third of the way up, and then suddenly found that I couldn’t lift my foot.
I have a deep confession to make. I go to Zumba. I like the deep Latin beats, the Hip-Hop rhythms. I like shaking my ass and shimmying my shoulders. I like singing along to J.Lo and sometimes Lady Gaga.
I went to a party at my yoga teacher’s house last night. We didn’t actually do any yoga at the party, just had some food and watched a video about Sun Salutations. Afterward (while sitting cross-legged on the floor, of course) we all started gabbing about our own practices.
My roommate’s mother thinks I might be turning him gay. To be fair, I heard this information second hand, and so I’m not exactly sure of what her specific worries or beliefs are.
Most of the things that I’m still reconciling about my new life don’t have to do with abandonment issues or rejection or emotional misunderstandings (though, let’s be clear, there are, of course, a few of those issues as well). Most of what I deal with today is having very specific skills I don’t get to use anymore.
I got my first blog comment from a stranger this morning. It was commenting on an essay I wrote back in March about coming out to one of my former bosses, Pastor Rich Carlson –“I made my boss cry”.
The grammar on this will be worse than normal, but I’m going to try and type the whole thing on my iPad touch keyboard; and there’s also the fact that I’ve been camping. Let’s blame all of my issues on that for the moment.
I slept in camp sheets last night – all bundled up in G-2, the spare guest room in the Headquarters building. I agreed, begrudgingly, to go up and help train their new baker in cinnamon roll and general bread making, and so I spent the night up at Big Lake Youth Camp.
I’ve stopped wandering, at least in the traveling sense of the word. It’s been about a week. Last Monday I flew into Portland, and now I’m biding my time in Sisters till I take my next steps. I’m currently, however, still living out of a suitcase.
If there were one job that I loved as much as I loved working at Big Lake Youth Camp, it would definitely be being a Campus Ministries worker at Union College. Not only does the college fully support the ministry efforts of its students, but so does the local Adventist community.
When I lived in Hawaii there was a worship service that my friend Dana would take me to hosted by Scott and Miki Bridgman. Once a week, I’d make the trek up to Haleiwa on the North Shore of Oahu, about 45 minutes from where I lived – far by Hawaii standards – to what was affectionately called the “Surfer Bible Study”.