Monday, June 12, 2006
Weekend Update: by Victoria Winters and Victoria Winters
Saturday was fun. Huz and I slept in and then went to get our veggies from Sylvanus Farms. This week we got carrots, beets, cabbage, lettuce, sugar snap peas, green onions, cauliflower, basil, and parsley. (I have to say that the first beet-eating experience was bad; I couldn't stand them. But this time, Huz decided to use his awesome chef skillz and make homemade ravioli stuffed with beets served with a butter garlic sauce. Can you say A.W.E.S.O.M.E?) Then I headed off for some socializing. I found my way to Shannon's (my dental hygenist friend) new house that she just bought. It's nice and big. We played with her cats and I bought some Arbonne facial products from her so that my skin can chill the heck out (thanks to being off the pill, I've regressed to teenager skin - I can mail you a free sample of this stuff if you're interested). Then I went to another friend's house to have some girl talk and pool time. I was so careful with my sunscreen applications that you can barely tell I was out there. Oh well, better that than burned.Sunday was tough. I feel like I went to a funeral. My eyes still feel like sandpaper from all the crying. I really don't know why it affected me so, but we attended church yesterday which was our Rector's last Sunday. We've only been going to this church for about 10 months, but it's felt like home: a warm embrace, in stark contrast to the churches we've been to over the last decade. Our church background consists of a painful, manipulative, fundamentalist journey eventually finding a free, welcoming place called St. Anne's. Rev. Lisa Hunt was my first female pastor and she has been wonderul. She's so easy to talk to, so deeply interested in each person that comes across her path, so loving, and so maternal. She taught our catechumin classes over the last few months and was key in our deciding to be confirmed in the Episcopal Church. Huz wrote a beautiful post about our recent confirmation here. She's leaving for another church in Houston where she feels called, even though it clearly isn't an easy thing for her as she cried more than most yesterday. The service was long and emotional. They had tissue packets in the lobby for us to take as we went into the sanctuary and I wisely grabbed one just in case. I went through half of it. I questioned why I was so upset about it, I mean, I haven't been there forming a relationship with her for 17 years like many others there have, but 10 months has apparently been long enough for me to know, trust, and truly like her and to start healing from a past fraught with forced conformity and pain. The church will not be the same without her and I'll truly miss her presence. |
