This is the beginning of a new week. This morning DB and I went to Christ Church. It was a bit spooky for me. 25 years ago I left that Church when we moved here. At that time I thought I would be living here for only a couple years, and then off to New Hampshire for the rest of my life. I didn't recognize anyone in the church except for Charl, who is now the Vocational Deacon. Not counting the Clergy, the Lector, and the choir, there were 17 of us in the pews. I remember when the pews were full. Time changes all things. Christ Church has a new rector; a woman named Jan Duncan. She has been there a year. The church building looks great; someone has been taking very good care of it. I hope whatever has caused the drop in attendance will heal itself under Jan Duncan. She is very personable and personal. She came into the congregation at the "peace" and passed the peace to each and everyone, including the choir and us. We went to coffee hour afterwards in order to spend a few minutes with Charl. The Library looks wonderful, the coffee was bountiful (grapes, cookies, cake, punch), and people were friendly. Of course, with so few people there, it would have been difficult to ignore us! February 17, 1999. Now I think I'm typing in the right spot. I do wish Lyra would come back on with the IM. I wish I knew why we can't contact her. DB tried to get that IM installed on this computer one time, but it wasn't successful. I really need to know if I'm doing this correctly. I don"t think I started in exactly the right spot, but at least I"m on the right page this time...I think:) A minute ago I typed a whole paragraph (mostly consisting of "Where are you, Lyra?") then I previewed it and found I had put it in the ATemplate file, instead of this one. Oh well, I guess I'll learn. I have sent an E'mail to Pat G. tonight, and replied to one from Susan Williams, so I feel rather proud of myself. Also, with much fear and trepidation, when I got locked up on the WWW, I got out, and even was able to close AOL, finally, and go completely off the internet and back on. And, it only took me two tries to get to Yahoo. I'm tired, now, so I guess I'll just close all this and give up for the night. I've been at the computer, on line, for over an hour and my neck aches from this uncomfortable position.
Do I start typing here? I don't remember. I guess I'll try it and see what happens. Well, it worked. I don't remember having to type in this tiny block, but, Oh well. I wanted to put some my Haiku into the poetry file, but when I selected "Poetry" on my home page, it gave me the one line I have, but no create/edit spot. Boy, I sure need, Lyra!
In fluid darkness
the seed floats silently
cushioned in waters' strength.
Ancient rhythms beat;
dark waters renew promises
of a re-birth.
Waters break; the Red
Sea parts; a new covenant
pushes through to life.
I'm very confused as to what I am doing. Stand by while I learn about this stuff.
Written after musing about the importance of water in Baptism, for life.