It’s Monday morning and it’s ordination week. [Gulp.]
Hard to articulate the anticipation. I feel quiet and a mixture of gravity and giddiness. Mixed with a little dread.
One of us dropped out last week. That adds a little bit of unsettledness. We did a lot of bonding this last year. It’s hard to lose her.
This was a very busy weekend. Saturday was the day for me to complete piecing together the front of my quilt. And I did it!
[Oh my god I just spent six minutes looking at sewing machines online! I think I want to own one!]
And then yesterday the Crone’s Breath group met for the last time (sigh) and we made our quilt sandwiches—one layer of backing, one of batting and the top. Mine is pinned together and I’m more than halfway through tying it (hand-quilting). Next: trim the batting and fold the backing over to bind (I’m skipping the step of making a separate binding for now; can always add it later).
I am so grateful for this group. I’ve also made a commitment to have my croning ritual/ceremony in October.
This is a big year (or year and a half). My year and a day of the ordination process ends this week and I begin my croning preparation right on its heels. I must start my crone’s shawl and find and then decorate my crone’s staff. I’m excited about the shawl—I’m gonna find some ultra-luxe yarn and get busy.
I’m grateful for everything. I accept the inner maelstrom of this week and I let go of the results. Blessed be.
