I have been composing a few posts in my head the past few days, but the truth is, I could either work out, or blog. If you know me at all, you know which I will chose. And no, Mother, I will not blog about my work out.
Below is a copy of the email I sent to my parents to try to explain why I am becoming Orthodox. As I say in the email, it is not meant to be an apologetic work, it does not defend Orthodoxy against its Protestant detractors. There are many other, better things to read that will do that (that I enumerate at the end if you're looking for interesting reading material). My purpose is to show you all my heart and to hopefully show you how the Holy Spirit has been alive and well in me. It's a very personal account that I labored over a year ago when I was finally ready to have this conversation with my parents. Please, please, please do not start a discussion or argument over any of these social media sites. If you would like to ask more questions or hear more of the story, I would be so honored to chat with you, in fact, there are so many of you that I've dearly been wanting to catch up with anyway, and this might be a good facilitator for that! Thank you all for bein...
I am so lucky: I got to hang out with my Dad and climb up one of the most majestic land forms in the world. Half Dome in Yosemite National Park has captured my imagination since I first saw an Ansel Adam's print on my parent's coffee table when I was young. I am not Ansel Adams. That is why I offer you these reasons to NOT bring your camera to Yosemite. 1. You end up with awkward photos of you with John Muir, who if he was alive, would be appalled that he's in bronze in a tourist-y Visitor's Center. 2. Your camera-person will inevitably cut off the natural phenomena you're trying to capture (in this case, the trickle that's left of Yosemite Falls) 3. Embarrassing things DO get captured. A little sunscreen + a bike ride through the valley in flip-flops = embarrassing pictures that I'm inexplicably posting anyway. 4. No matter how good the camera, no matter how visionary the photographer, a picture can never capture the gra...
I'm not sure if the cyber-world cares, but in two days, I will be entrusted with the education of 24 seventh graders. I remember reading Anne of Avonlea when I was young, knowing full well, that one day, I would be in Anne's position: inwardly quaking as she faced her pupils. Well, Anne, here it goes!
Well, dang. Cuz i'm pretty tired of checking this blog and feeling disappointed.
ReplyDeleteJust tried to contact Risa about a job opening at Edison for an archeologist. I couldnt find her. If she's one of you FB friends, tell her for me, K?