Here are the feets of the BE 2.0. Mine have the pale pink toenails just at 6:35 on the Foots Clock. White sandals with the little metal thingies.
You may notice that a few of the ankles sport temporary tattoos...this was my attempt to provide something similar to the airbrushed tattoos some of us got on last year's cruise. The tattoo pattern is below, and I printed them in a great hurry the day before I was to leave.
Guess what...they were backwards once applied! I joked that they were clearly the work of an Aggie...and promised to send right-side-front ones to everyone later. I'm sure you will all be sporting them proudly under your albs the Sunday after they are received.
And I'm sure there's a theological wisdom to be gained from the backwardness, too. It will come to me eventually.
(The tattoo design, created by RevHRod for the BE 2.0 T-shirts.)
I am very tired and battling an ongoing headache but surely this will pass soon. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you a few memories of lovely, lovely moments shared.
* The previously-posted Mary in Verbs. Our table misunderstood the instruction to work as a table to reduce a woman's Bible story to the verbs...and instead the three of us did it separately, and without discussion. As it turned out, Songbird and I ended up doing the sisters of Lazarus from John 11-12. She chose Martha, I chose Mary. Synchronicity.
* Table conversation over a meal...talking of families and issues close to our hearts.
* The prayers of the people at the closing worship...with plenty of time for individual petitions included. As names were called out, I was overwhelmed by our webs of interconnections. The call for prayer 'for those whose ministry has been denied' yielded many of the same names, some present and some not, but known to many of us. Other prayers elicited many, many names...a murmuring flow of blessing speaking of our many lives and associations, our pasts and presents and hopes for the future. It was a very liminal moment. We who are many, are one body - and we were, there in the desert, with the warm wind blowing around us and the Eucharistic feast before us.
* The closing Eucharist...written by various members of the group and concelebrated by four fabulous clergy from various traditions. A beautiful, beautiful sight to see them standing behind the altar. I wished for a photo of the moment, but I have it in my mind forever.
More to follow, I'm sure, as it processes out.
