Susan's Road Trip to California--Continued

This is probably the longest road trip EVER. Before it ends back in Texas next year sometime I will have experienced many things from ecstatic spiritual highs to deep humility and pain. In the end I will come out stronger and knowing more than ever. My TX pastor said it best--I have a great CAPACITY to grow spiritually. If only it weren't so hard to do. If only you could fail alone.

Friday, October 31, 2003

Today I applied for a faculty hiring initiative program at Dallas county community Colleges. There are openings of English professors at 4 campuses. But it is still far from home. TJC wrote me back and said part-timers can teach up to four courses (my college only allows two) so I could conceivably make enough to get by the semester on the two college jobs IF TJC can give me four courses! That is a big IF with lots of part-timers established already

I am very subdued today. Very discouraged. My greatest hope is becoming my greatest disappointment Two more periods and I get to go home. Darrell and Terry coming to dinner is going to help. Tomorrow during the day I will pack for PA next week, pay bills and work on my sub lesson plans. Then, assuming the freeway remains open from the fires, I will drive up to Jenna’s and have dinner. Sunday is church—that takes the day. So I will be busy. The only tough spots are Saturday day and Sunday night when the thoughts might be too much—and the decisions scary and almost tortuous. I am ready to do something just to have DONE. No road is easy, no way right.

The narrow road has no obvious path.

Thursday, October 30, 2003

Lonely. So lonely.

I can’t describe it. It used to come with the time change—early darkness. When you live in it anyway, it is harder.

I talked to David tonight and my voice broke up as I said “I just want to go home.”

It isn’t that I don’t believe I could get a job when I get there, but it is the effort involved. I feel a crash coming. I am holding on for dear life and when it comes, I need to be settled in something I can do. I don’t know If I dare leave it open because when I crash I am going to need a routine. I don’t mean to sound like some negative prophet here, but it is just obviously that barring a miraculous healing of the trauma I will have to have a time of crashing and healing—that is just logical. And if I am living in Dallas doing temp work for a semester, I wonder how well I can handle that.

It is so quiet here. I am thankful. Barking dogs are worse than silence. But sometimes I think I can hear my brain cells dance in my head. When David called tonight or when I see Terry or I have any contact with a person I love, my heart fills up instantly. I have so much in me that can’t come out anymore. The last time I was this barren I was also isolated by choice. It was before I was loved.

Someday when this is over I will be strong. Someday I will be able to share this with everyone. The heart of it, I mean—the stuff I can’t share now because it means explaining too much of my blasted heart. And I can't talk about daily life and how it affects me because I still have to live it.


My heart is made of crystal right now. How easily it will shatter with the wrong thing—that is why I am caught in an ugly place—too desperate to stay and too scared to go.

I need a break—just one thing and I can make it. As crazy as it sounds I WANT the crash. I don’t mean that in a bad way. I want to let it out. I know it is intense. It is months of emotion—more than the months I have lived here—it is everything in me. It is my life. And I need to process it. I can tell it is intense by the moments I start to let it go. When I was home a couple weeks ago, at church I could not stop crying—but it felt like I was finally purging something. Last night when the Crockers led worship it was the same thing, though not so intense. I can’t let it out here that way. But inside me are tears at a level I didn't know I had—they almost feel like someone died. I taste them for a moment here and there and when I do I realize they are deep.

I need early morning prayer. I need to go to that dimly lit church at 6 a.m., half awake and see Pastor Jerry on his face in the front and Martha sipping her coffee. That is probably one of the safest feelings I know. It is easier to sense the Lord there at 6 a.m. than any other time. I found another job opening tonight and sent my résumé but for every one more than 20 minutes from Tyler I feel sad. I can go to church and go to dance even living in Dallas—with LOTS of effort. But I can’t go to early morning prayer. And while it may sound crazy, that absolutely breaks my heart. I think this relates to an image in my head a couple months ago, when I realized what was going on. At that time I thought there was no way I could ever go back to Tyler but there was an early morning prayer image I have not been able to shake.

I need that. It is air right now.

ALL of the recruiters for the Dallas school district are out of town til next week!

ALL OF THEM! They are out hunting for teachers, and I am trying to get hired and NO ONE can help me.

I would not want to work there permanently, but for a semester I could live. But by next week I have to be making decisions. I told them if I was still looking for a job I would call back. I hope that got my point across.

What are the odds that ALL the recruiters would be gone? The human resources office cannot help me find out about employment. That is insane.

And no word from my greatest hope makes Susan a scared girl.

Will anyone want me in time?

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Over two years ago I had moved to Tyler and was experiencing my first identity crisis there and at the church. The week before I stared my job, I remember watching Jan in church with the flags. I remember the song. And I remember crying my eyes out. The next week I went to Tulsa for the Word Explosion to hear John Bevere. Hillsongs was going to be there on their You Are My World tour. I listened to the first John Bevere session and it really ministered to me. I stayed overnight. As John Bevere spoke the next day I realized I needed to go to my church the next morning. Five hours away, I knew if I stayed for the concert it would be a late night. But I didn’t want to miss it. I decided I had to stay for at least a little That afternoon I was running around Tulsa and stopped for coffee at a little gourmet coffee place. There were some ladies in there that I noticed because one looked like one of my old friend. They were dressed very uniquely and buying up all the gourmet mints and stuff too. I remember wishing I were with them because I was there alone and they seemed to be having fun. I knew they must be part of the ministry and I was listening to them.

I got my coffee and went back for the concert. I had not danced much in a long time. I had come out of so much ick when I went to Tyler Metro anyway and I was not back on my feet. That night the music started and everyone went forward. I decided to just be free. So I went down front. I noticed that the lady who looked like my friend was up on stage. The group at the coffee house had been the worship team with Darlene Zcsech and Hillsongs that night. Anyway, I danced and danced. I danced a lot of junk out of me. It was awesome. That was the night that was my turning point there—I went back to Tyler—getting in at about 3 a.m. and getting up for church. I can see it in my head as I write. And I twirled that flag in worship so much my arms hurt for days. I think maybe that concert set me free to dance. There were two songs that ministered deeply to me. One is still a favorite “Proclaim Your Awesome Power” That is the first line, if not the title. And the other I do not know to this day. I never recalled hearing it again. But I listened to that CD forever—I even listened to it every time after that I needed an extra dose of something because the song ministers to me so much.

Tonight I finally met the Crockers. When I was visiting Darrell and Terry in March, Barry Crocker had called Darrell—they are from Hillsongs, brother and sister worship leaders. They were there for Easter; I was in Texas. Then they were here the weekend I visited Texas. Tonight they had a hole in their schedule suddenly and led worship. It was truly awesome and helped me. But suddenly I looked up. I had noticed Erica Crocker sitting there because she had a unique look. And then I thought she looked like my old friend. And then during worship I realized I had had that reaction before. Suddenly I thought THAT IS THE WOMAN FROM THE COFFEE SHOP IN TULSA!

Then I remembered that night and the concert. I thought, I wonder if God is saying something… so later I asked Terry if she had toured with Hillsongs. Terry said yes and introduced us. So I asked her if she was on the tour over 2 years ago in Tulsa. Yes.

“We had coffee together” I told her. And she remembered the whole afternoon and how they spent like a hundred dollars on coffee and stuff for the group and she was shocked. She asked me if my hair was longer then. SHE REMEMBERED ME TOO! She remembered that day and started telling Terry about it. We saw each other in a coffee shop two years ago when I first went to Tyler and she was part of the worship team that helped me break through. And now she is here in North Hollywood, CA leading me in worship. That is a bit too small of a world.

They are going to Texas in January. I took their info to send Pastor Steven and they are sending ad MP3 with Darrell and Terry.

Sometimes the world gets really small—that helps.

THANK GOD! I got a dose of hope today. Nothing so magnificent that it solved everything , but at lets it did not look so totally hopeless either. I was fading last night. Still no word, no news, nothing, but I am at least pursuing some avenues that were closed roads yesterday. I have also had multitudinous calls on the apartment. Two ladies are coming tomorrow evening. One is renting for her mom—who is coming from Houston. She also is from Texas, went to SMU. We bonded instantly.

This place IS a steal in this neighborhood. That helps. But until they see it, who knows. I have to say this makes me a bit nervous—not the apartment part but what the heck I am going to do with all my stuff and no help. THAT scares me to DEATH! I am selling furniture, but how to I get it out if it doesn’t sell? And how will I get the stuff I am keeping places? It is a good thing my schedule is not really busy anymore, but still it is overwhelming. I just need a job—one of those and I am okay. Two leads but no answers. And likely they will entail a trip to East Texas if anything happens. I will not be paid for any days off I take—and my daily rate is high here! Though if it GOT me the job it would be worth it—and tax deductible. I hope these expensive moves will give me a big tax refund.

Anyway, I am off to church—after cleaning part of my apartment. I have to clean anyway for Darrel and Terry Friday. But I am throwing out too—I have thrown out most of my teacher stuff from here. I don’t have a job and was in absolute panic last night over that, yet I don’t think I am staying. We will see. Off to church… the rest of the week will be late nights.

Tonight as I drove home from work—late meeting and early darkness—I had a thought of driving down the interstate toward Texas. I wished that was what I was doing, not simply driving home form work. Soon, I thought. But will it be permanent?

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Also excerpted from a letter to David:

I went to ballet tonight and all I could think of was moving and being afraid and grieving because I want to be in TYLER and not Dallas even though Dallas is better than here but I feel like I gave away my whole life and I can't stand it.

I got another call on my apt. some guy who wants to see it Thursday and is ready to rent--looks like the lease won't be an issue--2 calls on the day I after I placed it available in JANUARY--or the job contract. But I want a job in Tyler and there are none. I could probably make it the semester on part time college work, but I am scared of that too. I am CONSUMED with fear and that is not something I deal with daily--some fear, lots of other stuff, but I mean, it is like it is HAUNTING me suddenly. SO then I think I should move into a hotel and finish out the year. Right now, I will get rid of my apt. so I have no commitments. At work I either have to resign or commit. I have a deadline whether it is spoken or not.

Is there any right and perfect decision? I don't want to move to Dallas then move again to Tyler. I don't want to live on the road for the rest of my life. I am TIRED of ALWAYS being in transition. I WANT A HOME and a LIFE.

If a miracle were to happen and I had a chance I think it's going to take a long time to be okay.

Still I am even now applying for jobs.

It is my hope.

From a letter to David:

I guess I am also discouraged because although I know I can get a job in Texas, it is not looking good for the area where I want to be. I gave up the best and lost it. I feel like I will never be happy again and it is all my own fault.

More updates—in every area but the job! I listed my apartment yesterday and got a call today. That is a good thing even if the manager says not to get my hopes up. They are coming next week from Boston.

I tried to call Dallas ISD but got a voice mail when I was transferred. If he doesn’t call back tomorrow I will call again. I will call and write and do whatever it takes! I dug up email addresses and sent unsolicited résumés to people! In fact, I might add, that is how I got my job in Tyler—sending Dr. Hayes an unsolicited email. But I got a call when a job was open.

In other news my work says I can go. They will release me from my contract. So now of course they need to know for sure. I think I have to decide this week. THAT is scary. It is suddenly going so fast. If I had a job I would not HESITATE, but I don’t and it won’t be in Tyler when I do and that makes it hard. It is all unknown. I want to curl up and make it all go away and I can’t. I am going to go back alone and do it all alone. Me myself and I. The greatest of friends. An allusion to a poem I wrote when I was 15. Still me.

Belma is calling tomorrow but she says she can definitely do something and give me several days in the guesthouse so that gives the apartment a chance to rent. Thank God. Guess I will book storage soon. I am so scared.

My kids told me today that in the beginning of the year I was happier. They are not dumb. I lost my favorite student—she left for home schooling. Then the LA County of Education told my work I do not have a choice to decline retirement pay. Only I filled out a paper from them where it said I HAD a choice! I was LIVID because they wanted to tale out BACK PAY! I called the person and told her it was NOT happening. I said there was NO WAY they were doing that when they gave me a choice. She felt so bad she changed it. She said by the time the county catches up with it it will be after the first of the year—by then I will be gone or prepared.

I am having family-itis. I wish so bad I had a place to go back to where someone said, you know what? Come home for a few weeks and relax—job hunt when you get here and don’t worry. But I don’t. I know NO safety catch—no one will pick me up if I fall. I will be at Robin’s for a couple weeks near Christmas and then I am on my own. I won’t have time because I can’t job hunt at Christmas if I have to wait til I am home to do it so I can’t get an apt then because who knows where I will work. So I am in a bad situation of having to chance it. I have to hope I get a job and will probably have to move into a hotel or something. Sometimes I really want a family. I have no place to just hang my hat and rest. If not for Robin’s I would be up a long creek—and that was just planned for Christmas, thank God. I am trying to get there later so I can stay later. I feel like I am about to be a vagabond. I won’t have a home the whole month of December.

So yeah, I am a bit overwhelmed, but when I think of staying. I don’t think that would be smart either. HELLO! I need one break in Texas—just one and I can do this—but so far I am floating.

Sometimes I wonder if there will ever be rest again.

I am really really scared. When I think of going I have no help, no home, no job—but when I think of staying I wonder if a job and a home are worth it. But am I about to do something even MORE stupid???

Last time I did it all the right way and it was a disaster, so now why not take a chance? If I fall then I guess I die.

If I stay I will anyway.

I have now applied at Dallas ISD too—and that seems a safe bet. I am sure I would not like it—BUT I don’t like it NOW. The difference would be hating my job but liking the REST of my life. And it is only a semester and a semester that ends in May—here it ends in June. Thus, it would be the lesser of all evils. The current vacancies available are in the region not far from Shachah—of course that is very far from church.

It is all crazy. I am desperately seeking places to stay in December so I can rent my apartment out. I am guess I am a bit desperate but I HAVE to rent this pace and common sense says you can’t rent it when you LIVE in it—the market is too tumultuous for people to wait for apartments. I just checked storage costs. I can rent for that one month for $11…

OH MY GOSH! I just looked at the Dallas ISD salary schedule. I would make only $2000 LESS there. I am in shock!!! I was excepting about $6-7000 less!!! I might do that just for the money. DUDE! The difference is literally the cost of my LA car insurance!

Okay gotta read my Bible and get to work and try to straighten out my ailing brain. I wrote the personnel director at the district yesterday and asked about getting out of my contract—Unofficially. And my meeting with my boss is at 8:30. No other answers yet.

I wish people would simply REPLY!

Monday, October 27, 2003

Standstill.

Nothing. Not even negative. Silence. But my heart cries out.

I have calls in with no answers. I have specifically applied for two jobs today and one more on its way.

No longer is it about teaching. When I tell them family necessity, there is no greater truth. This is serious--for reasons I won't blog.

Pastor Jerry emailed today. He was excited about the college hiring me back so quickly. It really helps having him behind me.

If only he could make the phone ring and the email arrive.

Sunday, October 26, 2003

I had a definite mixed day today at church. Someone asked me if I was all right and I couldn’t figure out why. I was actually less obviously whacked out than usual! But I got it right away. Anyone who knows me know how I take shocking deaths and I found it immensely hard to be the perky tambourine player when Scott Bauer was dead, and across town at Church on the Way the grief was evident. I just found out last night—and I hate the shock of death. I hate things like this and they make me ache for the family he had and the wonderful church. I heard him preach several weeks ago. He talked about hope. It is absolutely devastating to imagine his family without him and the church dealing with this. Too many pastors have died lately—too much tragedy.

I love my church here but sometimes I don’t FEEL like bouncing out on the floor with all my “stuff.” Thing is it looks obvious when the “dancing girl” doesn’t. Mostly I wanted to leave when the first song started. Then, believe it or not, my dream (see below) was haunting me for various reasons. It was just weird. The sermon was good and everything was fine. It is easier to be here knowing I am going—hi! How FICKLE do I seem? But it is hard too. They did a video for pastor appreciation day—and guess who got left on the cutting room floor? I was not the only one—there were a few of us (it was not edited well anyway and I wish they would have let me at the editing!), but I saw it as symbolic.

It is no secret anymore. It is what I hold on to. I am needing it to be tomorrow even though I dread the return to work—I need answers, But my great fear is the places I have hope will fall through and then I really and truly don’t know HOW I will handle it if that happens. No joke. I don’t think I can do this til June. See the funny thing is I thought just being RELEASED to go was enough to keep me hanging on, but it isn’t. Only a few people know how much I truly HATE it here. I hate every day life. I stayed at church until 3:30 today because I didn’t want to get back on the freeway and see the real world. I guess that was good because it helped me get to know some people better, but the motive keeping me was not good—even though I DID enjoy it. But I have toned down the reality some after that first initial time of despair. I am not despairing—and have not been depressed in 2 or three weeks, BUT I still truly hate it here. I can’t explain it—nothing LOOKS as if it is that bad. It would not SEEM to be something one would hate. But I do. And I just don’t think I can make it til June. Three things have to happen 1) the union has to tell me I can legally get out of my contract (though I think the district would let me go anyway) 2) My landlord has to release me from my lease and 3) I have to have a job. I actually know what I want to do. But getting to do it is not that easy. And if everything falls apart tomorrow, I am not sure how I will take it. I am holding on. I am sick of the battle, sick of being sick, sick of the emptiness. I want to be me again. I guess I blew it—only I know I had to come to find out. That is who I am—no, that is who I WAS because I have learned a great life lesson. I have only shared it with two people—my pastors here and there. But none of my friends. I will find it easier to share with some strange group of people than my closest friends. The I-Told-You-Sos from years ago or the knowing nods will be unbearable so I have to hope they will believe in me without knowing. Right now I can’t share it. Not yet. I know. God knows. And my pastors know. Maybe that is why they can so easily see this as it is and also release me. I fear the judgments—and I fear the loss of a great friendship in some ways. But worse than that I fear living my life here now that I know it is not for me.

All I can think about is jobs. That is the answer. If I have one I can go and if I don’t I stay til I do. And I am sacred because I want to go home. I have never wanted something with such deep longing in me. I can’t explain it—the tears I cry of ones of such great heartbreak. It is wild. It is the last thing I expected. I feel bad at times. I want to apologize to everyone who believed in me. I want to explain it so they understand and yet I am ashamed too. I wonder if anyone will ever believe in me or help me again. I wonder if I would blame them if they didn’t.

Darrell told me a place I can get a trailer hitch put on my car. He was concerned if they would put one on mine. The U-Haul website says mine will but he said they would not on his Honda years ago. If I can’t tow I am in deep trouble! I guess I will head over there maybe Wednesday to ask, since it is near the church. The funny thing I have so much free time that I could go after work tomorrow, but I don’t have the motivation. Maybe I would if I knew it was happening.

I am going to end with the dream I wrote about this morning:

It is the end of Daylight Savings Time so I woke up even earlier. I spent the last troubled moments (hours?) of sleep in and out of a dream. In the dream I was on an American Airlines plane (that is certainly normal!) at LAX. It was my flight to Newark for the PA Shachah conference. Not only did I have trouble getting to the airport and it almost didn’t happen but then we sat, and sat, and sat. And then I was starting to panic. I was suppose to be on a mountain in PA at 7 p.m. EST that very night and so that meant I had already lost three hours and then the plane sat. I wasn’t bored. I seemed to have friends on the plane or at least people to talk to. I made phone calls and stuff. But we sat. I tried to talk to someone—I had to get there because if we wanted another day I would miss all of Thursday and half of Friday. It was terrible just sitting there. And then not long after I woke up and realized I was up for the day I realized the meaning. It has nothing to do with my flight to Newark (that was only the metaphor because of the fact that my flight there is over 5 hours and back is 6 hours and I never do more than about a three hour flight and I am dreading the time in that mini space, so talk about feeling trapped…) Anyway, it wasn’t Newark, it was about being trapped in LA! As a matter of fact I could pinpoint it even MORE accurately—I know EXACTLY what it represented. I knew it would show up in my dreams but at least it was not awful like some anxiety stricken dream. I recall being more annoyed with American because of the problems with my Boston flight in July and also thinking but I asked people to PRAY for this Shachah trip!

That was my dream. Sometimes I dream too close to home.

Saturday, October 25, 2003

From today's paper... do we really have to make a LAW about this? Life in LA at its best!

Council bans public urination

The Los Angeles City Council, acting on what it described as a common sense quality-of-life issue, voted Friday to make it illegal for people to urinate or defecate in public.

However, enforcement of the measure is contingent on whether there are public facilities available within a given area....

Meanwhile the grocery workers union is SUING the grocery companies for lost wages of STRIKERS!!! YIKES!

I just wrote David a letter and decided to paste most of it in here:

Well, first I do not have the OFFICIAL word yet because I went to the leasing office and an assistant was there. But he told me what is TYPICAL for the boss to do and then gave me the boss' voice mail so he will call Monday with an official word. BUT what the guy said is USUALLY he asks you to pay for two more month’s rent and then they just let you out of it. WOW! I am thrilled if that is what they tell me too because that is how long I would pay naturally--Nov. and Dec. So MAYBE that would not even affect my deposit????

What I decided is that I am moving ANYWAY. Even IF I don't go back to TX at midterm, I am going to move into a hotel with a monthly rate for the rest of the time. For example, one in Glendale that is fine is $890 a month--that is less than my rent and takes care of utilities too.

So honestly it looks as if the only thing determining time is a job. Of course that is sort of a BIG thing! No word back from Texas yet where I wrote. The woman I wrote is out of the office til Monday. And then I wrote another person in a district about 80 miles from Tyler.

Anyway, Monday is the day.. I expect to hear many things and Tuesday I have my evaluation meeting with my boss. I can predict some of her first words "How is it going, Darling?" And then the facade will fall. Very nicely, very politely, I will say "not very well, I am afraid." And it will all change in that instant that I give the wrong answer.

We all think 1984 was a bit farfetched when Winston Smith is instructed that "2+2=5." We would never believe that or fall for it, we think, but sometimes we see it play out all too real. When my boss asks me how it is going I am supposed to say "great, thank you. FIVE." But when I say "not very well, I am afraid," It is like saying FOUR when everyone else says FIVE. Still truth is all that matters. The whole reason my two month depression broke was truth. It is always truth.

Before I walked into the landlord's office I prayed one more time. I thought and a picture came to my head pf Pastor Jerry in Texas and what he said about how we just need to pray for God to give me favor for this to work out. And it was easier to believe--sometimes you just need someone believing IN you. I feel so much safer now that I know he and Martha are behind me. It is, perhaps, the first real security, I have felt since moving. I have felt love from people and support from many, but there is s a level of security you feel when you are safe and protected—covered—and that is how I feel now.

This is my only free weekend all month between now and after Thanksgiving, and I am so glad. I need the time this weekend to do some stuff, and then I want to stay busy. During the week, time flies pretty well even though I am not exceptionally busy because I am always wanting to go to bed early—I think this is just all related to not being too happy at work and so I want to crash after work and then crash early to get rest. I am out two nights a week with ballet and church and that is a decent schedule.

This weekend I need to do the usual stuff like gather my bills for when I get paid next week, clean up, finish unpacking and even begin packing for Pennsylvania because right before my TX trip I had a hard time packing (of course I was also doing it with a migraine!). I want to rearrange my room too. I never settled in my bedroom after I moved in. So I threw it al together and left it somewhat neat. But it is bothering me. I need to change the bed and stuff because I have decided I need to be praying in there in the mornings. My bedroom is more a haven than the living room here (I think because the living room is so big and wide open). I am fixing to have dinner guests, two sets in three weeks, so I want to get everything nice in my dining area where I have some paperwork and stuff with nowhere to put it. I am going to try to get some boxes today or something and start putting it in there. I was going to buy a file cabinet, but that is pointless since I can’t take much when I leave! Does it sound as if I am packing? I guess I am. Not officially, and not packing up the whole house, but getting things together so that when the time comes I can pack QUICKLY. There is a lot of stuff I kept only on principle when I came here. I was out to PROVE that I did not have to give everything up. I also knew how much everything cost here and did not want to replace pots and pans. But guess what? I can do that in Texas. And the principle doesn’t matter now that I have learned the truth of the matter. So other than decent dishes and a couple Tupperware type things, it is all going. I simply don’t CARE anymore. Money is irrelevant. I will take anywhere form a $12,000 to an $18,000 pay cut to come home and I COULD CARE LESS as long as I can make enough to LIVE. If I did everything “right” here, within a few years I could be making close to DOUBLE what I made when I left Tyler ISD and that means NOTHING to me. Money is useless when you are miserable.

So yeah, I am starting to pack a little. I have a front closest that has two unopened big boxes in them from when I moved and I am adding to them. What I find most interesting is that I have a storage area in the parking structure that has two boxes of school materials there that I also never opened or took to work. They are ready to go back also. Of course God knew all along what the real story was, so it makes sense. My classroom is virtually bare of my possessions. I just somehow never got around to moving in—and that was not conscious.

So basically when I get a job that is the sign. I am worried about my lease. My HOPE is that my landlords will be much too annoyed to want to make an issue out of this and will just release me by keeping my deposit—which covers a whole extra month’s rent and enough to clean and should let them have time to rent this again without losing income. So I am praying. I have a call into the union (gag) at work and the director will call me Monday to verify that I can leave with a 30 day written notice. Of course all this can happen and as long as I am jobless it is pointless. I have a part time job but even n Tyler, Texas it is not enough to live off of. I had a dream last night I was at Shelly’s dance studio at my first Pointe class. It was so nice to have happy dreams. I still woke up once during the night but now I just expect it. I did not take my extra pill today and I am not sure what I am doing. I did not call my doctor this time. I am tired of calling her. And you know what? Even with a $15 co-pay (boy will I miss the benefits here! I have everything fully paid, which is rare) when you have to see the doctor 4 or 5 times a month it is a lot of money! Besides, I do not have a whole lot of money left over this month—between a trip and the expenses related to it, I am down to the wire, BUT I did save. The good news is that I am currently saving enough money to live on HERE in the two months I don’t get paid in the summer but I will likely be living THERE so I should then have some extra moving money. Also my retirement is coming directly TO me right now, so that is less of a hassle. And the best part about getting rid of furniture is this: Everyone who knows that my aunt left me a little bit of money knows this. I said I wanted to do something that mattered with that money. It wasn’t enough to put a real dent in my debt but it was enough that I could do something that she would like too. So I decided long before I even thought of moving to CA to buy some new furniture with it because one thing I loved about her home was her beautiful furniture. She had given me the gorgeous tables and I wanted to buy a couple pieces (certainly of a lower quality than what she had but that were nice in appearance) to make the whole room nice. Then I found out the money was tied up until Nov. 5 so I couldn’t do anything until after I moved anyway, but the fact is I won’t NEED to take my major furniture back because of that. It is neat; it makes me think she is still with me and helping me as she did when my mom died. I have really been missing her lately—I think because Christmas is coming and for the first time is years I don’t have a place to go and I keep THINKING I am going there.

Anyway, I should stop yapping on this computer an get to work. Next weekend Darrell and Terry are coming to dinner and then I think Jenna and I are going to dinner at a place in her area that I LOVE that has this Italian dish that I have been trying to imitate for years since I first tried it. Then the next weekend I am in Pennsylvania from Thursday to Sunday night and then Monday in Downey for a work thing and off Tuesday. (this means I will not be at work from Wednesday to Wednesday and that will help). Then the NEXT Weekend Pastor Dan and Cindy are coming. Then the weekend after, I go to Orange County to see David. The weekend after that is Thanksgiving and I fly out of here again for four days. And somewhere in there I have to drive to San Diego! Shachah wants to know if I will survey a site for a seminar they are planning, and of course I said yes. So once I get that information it will involve my driving down to San Diego, where I have never been so I am looking forward to it, and doing that also. So it will be a bit nuts. Just the way I like it!

Friday, October 24, 2003

I really, really don't like my job.

Unfortunately there is only one job open in East Texas and not only is it far from home, but it may be already filled anyway.

My nice neighbors hung their child's witch on a banner outside on our balcony. I want to cry. I want to move NOW. We can celebrate every religion but true Christianity around here and it makes me sick (actually maybe it does!).

In other news my Thanksgiving plans are being met with complications in Tyler. I don't think I am wanted anywhere and I don't know WHAT to do. As of now it looks like I will be alone and stranded on my birthday in Tyler until I can get to Karen in Forney--IF I can. So far I have asked many people and no one can take me. Still waiting to hear from one or two. I am starting to get nervous about this!

I hate holidays for this very reason--they bring the conditions that come with relationships out in the open. I am having a very difficult time personally with this right now. I don't know WHAT to do. If I could pay for a hotel and rental car I would but the prices are more than plane tickets for one day!

I am scared.

I am homesick.

I need a job.

I need out.

I am sick of being sick. It seems like right before I moved and ever since I have been here, my normally healthy body has been fighting one thing after another. Almost every day something is physically wrong with me. Today I am experiencing one of the two typical things—I feel so nauseated that I can’t move much. The peak of it will pass soon, and I should be okay, but I can’t sand this. Maybe I am allergic to Los Angeles. That sounds like a stupid remark, but I am telling you I can’t recall if I have ever in my entire LIFE experienced so many health problems. I still don’t sleep through the night. I am taking a medication that is backfiring. I mean this is RIDICULOUS. I used to get the occasional COLD and that was it. But right this minute I am so sick that I can’t even take my shower and get ready for work! I have to let it pass.

Later now and I still feel sick to my stomach but I have to go to work. Nothing else is wrong with me. I will tell you this—I believe it is spiritual. That may sound crazy to some, but I really do and I have many reasons for that. So all I can do for now is pray and that is what I am doing. As for the one backfiring pill, I think I am going off of it—which could present some interesting moments! Anyway, I am going to be late if I don’t leave now so I am going to do my best.

Thursday, October 23, 2003

I got a new job today. I got a part time job in Texas that I will work here or there. I will be teaching an online English class to college students at the college where I used to work. I wrote an inquiry letter the other night and got a reply saying they would "welcome [me] back with open arms" and offering me any classes I wanted including online for the spring. I accepted instantly. That way if I am here I have extra moving cash and if I am there I have the part time job lined up too and don’t even have to go out and drive up there!!! PRAISE GOD!! The first person I told was my pastor. Get that man praying for favor for you and stuff happens!

That inspired me and I sent another inquiry letter about a longshot job. No word on that yet but I sent it past closing time in Texas. Who knows. A lot would still have to happen. And a silly thought I have is if I came home at midterm, people would not react as positively as if I came home in June because they might miss me more if am gone a long time and forgive me for going and returning! I worry far too much. The people who love me and are my true fiends will accept me anytime and the others are not worth bothering with.

Deep inside I think I have an idea of what is going to happen, but due to my recent record of accuracy (NOT!) I shall refrain from writing about it!

I am doing better in many ways by the day. This is not to say I am suddenly ecstatic at life in LA. But here is a great example. This morning my freeway had a major accident. There is NEVER serious traffic on my way to work—I have probably never been delayed more than five minutes. So I pull out and it was gridlocked BAD so I exited to surface streets. It took me forty minutes to get the 8 miles to work (usually 15-20 minutes) and I was almost half an hour late. And I was fine. First I figured it was not my fault so what could I do? And then I drove. I didn’t cry, didn’t want to scream, did not lose it inside. I have not cried on my way to work in about two weeks, I think. That in itself is a breakthrough.

I still don’t like work. I try but I don’t. In fact it is even getting harder with the kids. It is not them personally. I LOVE them—they are fun and exciting and it would even be hard to leave many of them if I left this year, but it is their language and cultural desensitization to sex and violence. In Tyler I could go weeks without hearing a single swear word—even teaching public school. Here I hear swearing every day. That affects a person—especially a word person. In fact now that I am retelling this I recall that it was after another swear word that I was inspired to write the letter about some jobs—not the other job hiring—that just came at the same time. It is really starting to get to me and it was like it just HIT me suddenly there in class. At my next break I wrote the letter.

And I say all this but there is that pesky matter of a work contract and an apartment lease. Hello!!!!! But I guess I don’t worry about that because nothing has happened that indicates I will go home before the end of July anyway. Just hope.

I crossed the picket line. It was actually less of a big deal than I thought. No one even said anything to me. I went to a huge Ralph’s in Glendale. Two things motivated this. One was that I needed stuff badly and could not afford to pay prices of other stores that could not offer me deals. The other related to an article I read in the Times about the facts for the strike. Basically it boils down to them having to pay a lot more for health benefits. But the fact is, that is a NATIONAL crisis. My friend who is a teacher here in the LA area found out her first day back to work she was going to have to pay some big amount of money for insurance. In Texas for two years I went WITHOUT insurance because even though it was offered I could not afford the paycheck deduction. This is life in the real world in a nation with a health care crisis and management and business running health care. So it is hard for me to pity them when even professionals have the same crisis.

Anyway, this night is over for me early—I am heading to bed to read and write and relax. It takes a few days to recover from the Texas/California trip. Even though PA is farther and Another time zone, I only work one day after the trip (and that is sitting at a workshop, not teaching) and then I get a day off to rest, so that will help.

I am encouraged. I think something is going to break. It is just a feeling, but I think it is right.

As of this morning I have over 25, 000 frequent flyer miles. That is enough for a free ticket home.

That makes me a little freer than I was yesterday.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

If what I heard at work today is typical Jesus could be a long way from coming back. We all know that the Gospel must be preached to all nations, but I think we forgot our own nation. Today in two of my four classes the subject of Christianity came up. I forget why in the first class—in the second it was because I said I did not believe in celebrating Halloween when they asked. I had kids ask me about the Bible and what was in it. One girl said “I kind of feel bad because I am Christian and I have never read the Bible.” Cultural Christianity at work. Another said she reads a page in hotel rooms and that is it. Others wanted to know why they called Mary the Virgin Mary when she had a baby. That was a great question because I got to share about the Holy Spirit and Jesus’ birth. One girl stayed after class to ask me more questions about Jesus and why we give gifts ant Christmas.

And my heart broke. I have never ever met a group of kids so unchurched and clueless about the Lord. It isn’t their fault—and it is no wonder that their Instant Messenger profiles are filled with the F-word and when I read them a book about a 10 year old girl they perceive half her comments as sexual. It is sick—but they can’t help it. In my groups of students in Texas I had mostly church kids, of course. But I had a select group that was definitely anti-God and clueless. So shouldn’t it at least be REVERSED here? But it isn’t. I have a few kids who go to church. But I can’t think of ONE KID I can pinpoint as a serious Christian who really understand it. And it is heartbreaking.

I am not in a great position to make a difference. I sponsor no groups (I tried but it didn’t work out). I don’t have a way to get these kids to church—too far away. So it is hard because answering a few questions in class won’t save anyone. They know I am different but they don’t REALLY get it. Maybe it is some sort of lame little seed I am planting, but boy do I feel useless!

This is our next generation—all freshmen in my classes. Average age 14.

Meanwhile even our SCHOOL is having a Halloween contest on Halloween. They encourage the celebration. I am not coming to work that day—I battle enough spirits on an ordinary day!

Anyway, all else is relatively calm. The holding pattern continues and I just want to get home. I am making no secret anymore about leaving—even at work. The kids know even that this is a one year job. Why pretend? And it helps me better to hang on.

Sometimes I look at this year thing, and it doesn’t feel like I going to be here the whole year, but if I am not that would probably mean breaking a lease and owing lots of money or being fired or some such awful thing—and I sure don’t want THAT to happen as much as I want to go home, so maybe that is just because I am ready to go now!

I have church tonight—that helps. And the rest of the calendar will go quickly but after Christmas it will be tough. Feb. 6 is a Shachah conference in San Diego so that will be helpful. The next weekend I have a long weekend so I plan to fly to Texas. Spring break is April 5-9 and then it is another more than two months before school is out. And THEN I have another month before I can come home! AHHH!!!!!!!!! But at least I can do stuff like sell my things and maybe work some part time jobs to make extra money to move.

Monday, October 20, 2003

I am on the plane on my way home.

Rats.

I burst into tears again as I departed Tyler, walking outside to the little plane, seeing the trees in the distance. I mean, the tears freely flow now—the truth is out but at least that makes it easier.

What I find especially interesting about my quest of late is that my two pastors agree with each other but what they say differs from what most everyone else says. BOTH of them say that in MOST cases geographical location doesn’t matter to God. I suspected Pastor Jerry was going to tell me this, as Pastor Darrell did only 5 days ago.

Most of my friends are still on the idea that Los Angeles was God’s will OR don’t LEAVE Los Angeles without a clear word from God. Pastor Jerry actually said what I have tried to say to others that many did not agree with. He said, if you do something and it does not work out, go back to what WAS working. The reason I ever said that is because it is a biblical principle I was taught. And that was exactly what Pastor Jerry said.

My visit was him was the most helpful discussion I have had since this journey began. I did not talk much at all (yes, really!). He asked me how it was going out there and I told him that is why I was there—that I hated it and I wanted advice from someone I respected spiritually who was also uninvolved in my daily life. And once I told him it wasn’t working he didn't need reasons or anything. He just started talking and it was GREAT because it was like my own personal sermon. He was very surprised when I told him that his message yesterday continued the last message he had preached when I was there. He had thought it was only a few weeks ago. And interestingly enough, much of the basis for the advice he gave me actually was on the topic of that SAME sermon and idea. Anyway he did not need to know why—he just began talking to me about what he thought and I think that he knew better than anyone that it wasn’t going to work. Maybe we all want those spiritual fantasies I chased. Maybe we all want to believe that the way a woman believes for a knight in shining armor. And he is so settled and stable that maybe he could see it clearer. He was probably less disappointed than anyone—not that ANYONE has been jerky to me at all—but I think he knew. He wasn’t SURE it was not going to work—and he would have been happy had it, but I got no lectures about giving it longer or anything else. Truth is he looked at me like I think a father would look at me and said “what I would like to see happen is for you to come home and continue where you left off.”

That might sound about extreme to anyone who was not there hearing the in between, but it made sense in context. He spoke to me as a pastor who had been watching me in the church—loved, like a well-watered plant, he said. If the plant is growing at the front of the house, and you move it to the back and it doesn’t get enough light, then replant it. He thinks I should be replanted. Now what was very interesting to me is that HE spoke the same verse Terry did about my GOING to LA in context of returning—or even of just BEING in Tyler. I cried several times as I talked to him and might have been the most prolific of the tears, although I never burst out sobbing or anything.

His biggest reasoning was related to the relationships he saw forming at the church. He saw more than I thought he knew—and he knew more than he saw. He gave a compelling argument without arguing. He is certainly no fool, not then I never thought he was anything less than filled with the wisdom of the Spirit. Not only is he one of the most spiritual men I know but one of the most PRACTICAL—something even he discussed—being pragmatic. He is not the type to label everything as GOD SAID TO DO THIS AND GOD TOLD ME THAT. He says—and has preached this—that that is a sign of spiritual IMMATURITY. And I agree with that much. He says if you really hear from God that much then you would be so spiritual you would be out of this world. You have to consider the source of this comment—one of the most godly men I know and have ever met in my life. So I trust that balance.

Balance was the KEY word today. He has a lot of insight into my life and I welcome it. One time a long time ago when something happened Martha called me and commented that Pastor Jerry sees me almost like a daughter, “like Camilla or Carissa,” she said. Well, I obviously thought that was a bit extreme but the sentiment was nice. But that is how I felt today—not like I was under the hand of my removed pastor, but almost a spiritual father. Back to the verse from Terry that he quoted and what he thinks is important too. BALANCE—and how it plays out in my life. Some of his comments were too much for a blog entry—they either would not make sense or were just a bit personal for the random audience that might peruse this, but they made perfect sense.

He also told me what had been going on in his mind when I went to him about leaving. He was honest when he said he saw no red flags and could place his blessing on it. But he had some other thoughts too. But he did not feel it was right to share them and he told me why. One reason is that he knew I was not ready to hear it—and I said that before he even did. He said he thought if he DID tell me all of it that it could potentially send a person into rebellion. He said because he did feel he could bless it he chose to just love me and to lead the church to love me in the move. For that alone I love him. He also said that he believed I was strong enough that if it did NOT work out I would not give up and die. He said had it been someone else, perhaps that he did not believe that about, he might have tried to convince that person to stay.

There is more to all this. Before I knew it two hours had passed and I had said little. I am honored to have sat there for two hours hearing the wisdom I did. The gist of everything he said was basically this: Okay, it is not working—so come home and rejoin your life, pick up where you left off and be with your family that loves you. Wow! I asked him if he really believed I could just pick up and rejoin my life and he said he thought I could. Later at Richard and Becky’s, Richard reminded me of something Camilla told me a couple years ago about a very godly couple in our church, leaders who got in their Ryder truck and moved to another state and felt so wrong about it that they never spent a night in the new state before coming back home. I had forgotten ever knowing that until today. But I needed to hear that. These people are a mighty couple of God, still leaders who are right on with the Lord. I guess they came right back in—I am sure there was a process but I sat in that Sunday School class Sunday and you would never know it. Mistakes are not the same as rebellious sin. No one hears perfect all the time. And God, as Darrell pointed out, is so gracious and good. He sees the heart. Nothing is irreversible.

Anyway, I expected encouragement from Pastor Jerry, and I expected love because that is who he is, but I am not sure I expected him to tell me more strongly than anyone to come home. I mean, he did not say I was a clueless jerk and needed to get my rear end back to Texas or anything so harsh, but what he said was out of his observations and wisdom. And how beautiful it felt. There is no doubt if that did happen he would again “lead the church to love [me].”

Until this trip Tyler was NOT a place I thought about moving again. After all I have worked for the only school district that paid decently so where does that leave me? But after Sunday in church it was like I knew I had to try. When Pastor said all he did, there was no question. It may not happen. Bottom line is that I could not afford to work for a place like Whitehouse or Chapel Hill so it would have to be a miracle, but I have a mighty man of God praying for that miracle.

Pastor Darrell, in essence, said to come home after our talk—not as directly and not with as much personal observation, but mostly because he sees the pain. I cannot ignore that the fact that as soon as my feet touched down in Tyler I became ME again. Do I love Tyler? No, I don’t, in many logistical ways. It is small and affords few opportunities for a single woman. There is not even a major freeway for 20 miles. But it is not a bad place. Too much like a small town at times, but small towns have their charm. People are so nice. Church is a good thing, and Tyler fits my mentality in many ways. I don’t know if I want to spend the rest of my LIFE there, but I know that as annoying as it can be, I do LOVE Tyler, Texas also. Richard Hicks laughs and laughs now! Beverly had a FIELD DAY! We met at the airport as she and James were arriving and I was leaving. “Eat crow!” she commanded laughing, while James smirked beside her. Then Richard arrived to pick them up and I repeated loudly, multiple times: “Rednecks are cool. I love Texas. Rednecks are cool. I love Texas!” They LOVED it. But I also know despite the jokes (and they are NOT rednecks—also a joke), that they will show me grace.

I bought a bumper sticker in the airport that could get me SHOT if I put it on my car in LA. It says

I wasn’t born in Texas but I got there as fast as I could

Carissa told us about Pastor Jerry taking then to see the Alamo as teenagers and how she was bored and Pastor stood there saying “Let’s just take in this moment.” We laughed about it at lunch. I told Pastor how Carissa had shared that (barring the bored comment!) and how now I understand his love for Texas. He asked me: “Have you ever been to the Alamo?” I told him I had not, but would like to go now. He looked very passionate and said “It’s phenomenal.” I smiled, thinking of Carissa. We laugh about it but it is nice and we all know it.

Anyway, I left at 1, knowing I would be back in a few weeks and again at Christmas. Pastor Steven was standing there speaking in my ear like an orator “COOOMMMME BAAAACCK…. COOOOMMMMME BAAAACCK.”

Hang on to your dancing shoes. I might just do that Pastor Steven.

My pastor rocks.

I don't have time right now to write about my visit with Pastor Jerry, but it helped a lot. It is a good thing that BEFORE the visit I said all I did about loving and respecting him so much so now it doesn’t just look like I am happy because he said something I liked! Actually what he said surprised me. He even said if he had more time he might try to spread it out but I was here NOW and so he was just saying it. I told him that was fine; I didn’t come here for candy coating. It was a very nice talk, but he said a lot of things he had thought that gave me good insight. What was interesting is he said all he did just based on the OVERVIEW I gave him—not the details—I didn’t even get that far.

It helped—and will help me make it better when I get back to LA. I will write in more details after I get back—I don’t want to waste my last few hours home writing about something I can write about anytime, but check back for the update. I am not sure in how much detail I will post. But for now it I enough to say that he helped immensely and of course every word he spoke was interwoven with God—but that is exactly why I went to him. And I am so glad I did.

If I had to pick one human hero, I think it would be Pastor Jerry. But I have said that for a long time now, so that is hardly a revelation.

Just a renewal.

A very very ironic and interesting PS after our conversation happened when I got back to Beverly’s after meeting with Pastor Jerry, I happened to look at the Caller ID—before when I have stayed here people who know I am here will call but don’t always leave messages, so I sometimes look—and especially right now my cell phone battery is almost dead since the lighter plug in my rental car is broken, so her phone is mostly my mode of communication if I need it. Well, I looked at it and one call had come while I was gone. The call came form the newsroom at the school I used to work at—only my kids 1) don’t know I am here and 2) don’t know Beverly’s number anyway. The best I could figure was it was Allyson calling over here… maybe…. If it is an A day that could be it. Otherwise it was just the most bizarre thing I have ever heard. It was not the SCHOOL number—it was the private classroom line!

This is the day I return to Los Angeles. The thought makes me very sad. But in the true tradition of my recent health, I still feel sick to my stomach so it is appropriate. How I would love to be healthy again!

I just returned from early morning prayer. It was utterly blissful. I don’t believe there is any more peaceful place than the sanctuary of that church at 6 a.m. I almost missed it. As tired as I was, I woke up at five and fell back asleep. At 5:45—out of dreams of day labor and lost jobs in LA—I awoke, shocked. I did not know I could take a shower and be out the shower as fast as I was, but when I arrived Martha had not even finished making the coffee in the back. And then I sat down and all the old feelings settled over me. It could have been any 6 a.m. on any day in East Texas. It felt so familiar in all the right ways. There was Pastor Jerry on his face up front, Martha in her place. At first no one else was there. Oh if only those people KNEW what they were missing—but that is my theme lately. One person came late, but that was it. I liked it though—more quiet. I basked in it. I read my Bible and it was more alive to me than usual in that quiet place. It felt so good—all of it was so wonderful. And then I cried. I am sure I don’t have to explain why.

We visited some afterwards, Pastor and Martha and me. Pastor said “So, you have gotten all settled in there?” And I made my usual “it is a wild place” comment—he is a very smart man and took the hint—we will save that for later! It was nice to sit and visit with them, though. It was nice to be home.

Well, I am headed out to the nature trail. It is very cool here this morning. I am not used to being cold anymore. I remember complaining fiercely about the plethora of rain early this year. Now I must say it would be nice to see some variety. Goodness, the daily sun and haze is getting old. I haven’t seen a raindrop in three months. I find that interesting as well. Ever since I have started traveling I have seen rain on EVERY trip I have taken—I don’t mean bad rain that ruined the trip—I mean just some rain and it is usually nice—and it never ruined a trip even when it was inconvenient. But I have been in California for almost three months—a whole season—and not seen any rain.

Symbolically that says a lot even though it is a sign for nothing.

Just a few hours til I get to talk to Pastor Jerry—That is my only hope to not come home sobbing.

Sunday, October 19, 2003

Uh, oh!

That is my reaction to church today. I could not have had a better day if someone had rolled out the red carpet—actually it was better than that because it was like being HOME. Some people did rush to hug me, of course, because they did not know I was coming, but since most did know and since I had been gone less than three months, not years, it was more like joy at seeing each other than some grand excitement.

Maybe that was the problem—being at home. And then I thought maybe the church had just changed but it was not that—we just HAPPENED to have the most incredible service. They had planned to sing “Days of Elijah” today and the dancers have a dance with the glory hoops for that. Jan got them out and got a couple extra for me—not to officially do the dance but to use them in the flavor of the dance. And that did it. It started before then—with “freedom” and with Arthur. But that song did it for me. To be there with the dance team in the front of the church—I broke through the walls in me because I knew I was safe and free there. And I DANCED. I danced harder than I do in North Hollywood even—and it didn’t matter one bit that there was no tambourine in my hand. The thing is, it was different—it was good different. But as I danced flooded with joy and FINALLY sensing that anointing I have longed for all these months and been too caught up in the junk to feel—I also started crying. So much of what I have been learning came to me more seeing the contrast. I can’t express this in a blog—it is too deep. All that matters really is that I know and God knows. The worship time went on so long I thought Pastor Jerry would not have time to preach—which I was going to deal with since I am seeing him tomorrow, but that didn’t turn out to be the case anyway. Some words came forth and I realized I had a choice to keep up the pretty appearance or just let the rest of it go. So I stood there bawling during a spontaneous altar time. Pastor was praying for people at the altar. He put his ands on me and mostly just prayed in the Spirit. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the same person who left bouncing out of here had come home deflated. I didn’t care. I want to care—appearances told me to care, but the fact was, it is the only home I have and if I have to care there how real is the home anyway? So I let it go and I SOBBED. I mean I sat there at the altar and just cried my pathetic little eyes out—feeling 100 percent SAFE as I did. Today was the safest I have felt in months.

I cried because I wanted to be home. I LOVE Texas—I love EAST Texas and I love my church. I don’t want to go to Dallas and find a new church. I want MY church.

I was very honest with everyone who asked—I didn’t tell them I hated LA but I told them what teaching was like—Randy told me his daughter is thinking of going out there to teach and I said NO! Why ruin an excited teacher’s dreams with the CA educational system? The only thing good I talked about was the church. Yes, church is great, I told them—unfortunately I am not there 7 days a week. Once you are a Texan, you can’t be a Californian. How can I explain that?

Richard and Becky were proud of me—I finally came over to the side of the Texans. Richard looked like he wanted to adopt me when I said I would not want to marry a California guy and would hold out for a Texan! The waiter at lunch called us “ma’am” and spoke with an accent. It was beautiful.

Back to church. I sobbed at that altar for so long my eyes got squinty. So much for my pretty outfit and make-up! It was wonderful to let it go. But it also felt so awful because it is not like I could just walk back here. I do have to support myself. None of the districts around here pay NEAR what Tyler pays. That matters a lot.

After the great tear-fest, Pastor Jerry got up to speak. What he spoke on shocked me. Just before I left he did a three part Wednesday night message about the Lordship of Christ, and he spoke about the Ark of the Covenant and I Chronicles 16. It was a life changing message for me and was pivotal in my citizenship miracle God did in July. In fact I am on a lot of that last sermon tape because I shared the testimony of it in church and he referred to it often in the message. I have thought of those messages often since I have been in LA-very often. I have thought recently about how I really need to listen to them again too.

So Pastor Jerry gets up and says he knows it is late but he wants to share at least the key ideas from his messages—and he backs up to a series of messages from “several weeks ago.” YIKES! Guess what he talked about? He had a continuing message on what he had talked about the three weeks before I left. When I heard him announce what his topic was, I think it would have been really interesting too have put a camera on my face. I was shocked, delighted and aware, all in one goofy experession. Even as Jan prayed for me later at the altar she had said that they did not have services like this every Sunday. God was there for me today. It was incredible.

The most quiet and monumental moment for me came in the middle of Pastor Jerry’s sermon and talked about Obed Whatshisname. He spoke of him being a doorkeeper and Pastor said, “remember what David said?—I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than…” he waited for someone to fill it in. I started to say it—then backed off, then heard someone else say what I was saying. Pastor repeated it. So this time I spoke—no one else aid it “than dwell in the tents of the wicked.” He looked at me and said “than dwell in the tents of the wicked. I believe you got that right.”

Yes, Pastor, I did.

Salary too low, not enough preaching time. The old boyfriend who was too solid and stable so you dump him.

I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God…

Oh.

No great signs from God here—and I don’t think I could see the signposts right anyway. I read too many wrong on my way to the castle.

After church Pastor Jerry asked if I was coming to see him tomorrow—so we are still on. I saw him drive up this morning and felt tears well up in my eyes. I adore him. He is the most godly wonderful man. I have been blessed to have many people I respect in the Lord—including my current pastor, Darrell, but Pastor Jerry has a special place in my heart. Maybe because it is home. No one looked at me funny when I commented on how I loved Texas—no one seemed like they would think I was a big loser if I came back. We all went to lunch—the dancers and Pastor Steven and Camilla and their family—the worship pastors. Pastor Steven joked that maybe we could teach me the Christmas dance and I could learn it and come dance with them. If there was a way I could be here then I probably would have begged. How I will handle being involved in nothing at Christmas is beyond me. Christmas and Easter dances are so special—what will I do? It will be very hard.

I had such a wonderful time with everyone. My heart is with theirs so much. Again, hard stuff to explain, but there is so much inside me.

I have to reserve my final opinions on this trip until after speaking with Pastor Jerry, but right now my heart is torn apart because I know deeper than every what I love and where I want to be. I don’t need a giant sign from God to know the peace of God. In fact, Pastor even talked about the peace of God and when you start to lose it. That was what he was referring to with Obed Whatshisname—that he would d anything to stay under that—security guard, doorkeeper to worship leader. The position didn’t matter. And it shouldn’t. I am growing to love my CA church very much, but the problem is it is still in CA. And that is not where I left my heart.

October 18, 2003

I am home and I always was. I wanted a higher salary and more preaching time. That is a metaphorical one. I know it, I see it—and I am paying for it. The prayer now is simple—God I am coming home as soon as you let me.

Peace, people always say, is the underlying factor for determining the will of God. After almost three months away, two of it literally in depression and fighting my anger (and often NOT fighting), one DAY back and I am my normal self.

Duh.

I had an awesome day. The truth is that even though I am having a wonderful time, it is all doing normal stuff. Even though I don’t go to wedding showers every day, mostly those bore me anyway (this one was an exception, though), but I mean I am living this weekend in a normal routine. Church stuff, being with friends, dancing at Shachah. I got up early and drove to Dallas, and I will go to church tomorrow, have a busy day, get up for early morning prayer Monday. All of that is very very normal. In 36 hours here I have already been able to truly minister to two people. All of that counts.

So I have rental guides from Dallas, Tyler, and wonder about other places. I love Shachah. They are like family to me. I am not sure I want to live apart from them—which means I basically have to choose between the best boss in the world and the best ministry in the world.

A part of me still hopes I can come back at midterm, but I think I am going to have to stick it out. Also if I am supposed to be in LA for Melissa, then I need to be there the year she is there. Another Shachah person hugged me today and said “I am so glad Melissa is out there with you. I feel so much better about that.” That does matter, so I have to remember it too.

All I can say is that I know I am coming home and probably have known it from the second that I started admitting to myself I wanted to. I can explain a lot of things externally but I have no words for what is inside. But I know with a perfect solid peace—not a shred of anxiety. It is easier too because this is not a high—not a glamorous magical spiritually perfect world—but truly God’s world.

Bigger salary, more preaching time and a mountaintop high. And there is no way I would have let anyone tell me this 6 months ago.

The shower was incredible. I was not one bit bored. In fact it was really funny because I won everything! I am the one who NEVER wins this kind of stuff. I am not even sure what all I have in my big bag. When my name was drawn after embarrassingly winning the clothes pin game and the foreign language quiz, Maxine (the bride) exclaimed with redundancy Susan Tyrrell” and everyone laughed as I embarrassingly trudged up for my third present! The clothes pin game striped us of all dignity as we had to take pins from anyone we heard say “no” “ummm” or who crossed her legs. So by the end I was catching everyone at a much higher rate than I was being caught. The shower was hosted by Mrs. Ginger Lindsay. Her husband is, I think, the president (or something majorly high up like that) in Christ for the Nations—the daughter-in-law of spiritual mom Freda Lindsay. Her good friend and also major CFNI contributor and teacher Alta Hatcher was in attendance. After serving and being at multiple women’s conferences with these women of God and hearing them speak and seeing them lead. I confessed to Mrs. Hatcher later that I was now removing things from the clothes of these women of God I respected so much from afar! Fortunately she had a sense of humor about it and we formally met. Of course now they know me and my name because I was approximately 25 multi-colored clothes pins attached to me in every area possible above my waist—including my ears and glasses!

I saw all the old Shachah people I have not seen in a very long time. We really are our own group—totally UNEXCLUSIVE, but very much connected with those who choose to be a part of us. It is very special.

My discerning eyes picked up on something interesting that contradicted something publicly presented—NOT about Shachah—and concerned me a bit—I found out only as much as the rebellious eyes would allow me. Appearances.

Aunty embraced me deeply when I came in this morning—even Pastor hugged me after his usually teasing—I told him he had to hug me anyway. I can’t believe I have to go back and live without hugs for more time again. Californians can’t hug! I mean, really!

So the truth is fully out. When I go home I am going to be open that I am there for a year. That means at work too—by being open some people will lay off the rigidity because they will see me as a lame duck—so maybe I can teach a bit. Of course it may get me fired, but if it does I can’t help it. I won’t TRY to get fired—that would not be cool, but Hasmik and I are having a discussion—next week if her secretary can set me up—and we are going to discuss what happened last week, how it made me feel and, most importantly, that in her three visits to my room she has not ONCE asked what my kids are LEARNING. I am—for the millionth time in my life—going to point out the truth and hope it doesn’t get me squished. But I am going to tell her how I feel—I will tell her nicely, professionally and respectfully but I will be totally honest. Basically I need to tell her that I did not accept a job to be a robot and want to know if I am going to be given any leeway to teach or not. Fortunately I am good with words and am confident I can say this well. But the fact is, well spoken or not, it is going against the grain, and likely will not be well received—though it is impossible to predict. But in order to save my work sanity I have to be honest. I told her I was creative and different—if she didn’t want a teacher she should not have hired me knowing these things. Period.

Anyway, I am currently so sleepy I wonder if I will be functional at all next week! After getting in at midnight and promptly setting off the house alarm—which by the way is VERY loud and scary—I went to sleep around 12:30 with the alarms set for 6:30 for Shachah. But alas! My whacked out body continued its whackedness. Truth is, I have experienced terrible physical health almost since arriving in CA. I started work with a cold and ever since then it has been one thing after another—not like me! Anyway, before that I woke up suddenly (still never sleep through the night!) and I felt SICK. I mean, I really thought I was going to throw up. I was scared too because I thought if I was that sick I could not go to Shachah and that would be a nightmare. I was so sleepy I could not think—I had no idea what time it was. All I could think to do was pray and I was too tired or that. So I said “Jesus” calling on the power of His name. I eked that out about three times over several minutes before I heard the alarms go off and wondered if I could possibly function through the day as tired as I was, even if I was healthy. And then, excuse the grossness, I tasted last night’s 10:30 dinner—and only meal all day. I knew what was happening—severe acid reflux attack. Only it made me sick. I usually do not have trouble eating late at night—but boy did I! This is the second time Pizza Hut pasta has made me sick. And only the second time I have had it (in 6 years). So no more. I felt better when I sat up and thanked God, after a quick and fruitless search of the medicine here, that Prilosec, a top reflux drug, just went on sale over-the-counter so I stopped and got a box on my way. I stopped in a grocery store. I stopped in a grocery store with workers working where people told me to have a nice day. I drove the interstate where people were more polite than not and you could be alone without cars bumper-to-bumper. And as I drove home at night I savored the darkness. Beautiful Texas nights—and the big Texas sky in the day. I love Texas. I can truly understand these people who come to CA from here and feel so bad. I know why Jenna’s friend wanted dirt. I may just take some home myself.

On my way to Shachah I prayed a lot—I cried a lot too. Leaving here will be hard. It is not glamorized now. Once I got to Tyler I realized that it is hardly the perfect place. But it is my place. No place is perfect but location DOES matter.

Oh how much I have learned. My heart was breaking, agonizing as I prayed. Next year seems a lifetime.

Deep in my heart is Texas.

Friday, October 17, 2003

It is SO late and I have to get up SO early--for SHACHAH!!! I will write details tomorrow...

Does anyone really want to hear me write at midnight about setting off the house alarm at Bev's a few minutes ago?Or the spilled Diet Cokes all day? A late dinner with Shekinah who did a double take when she saw me? Or how I sobbed when the plane touched down in Dallas and could not hold back tears once I hugged Robin?

Or maybe I just need to say what is in my heart. The air is pure. The people nice. The grocery stores open and the hearts lovely.

I am home.

God bless Texas.

My fridge is bare.

No, it is not broken again.

No, I am not broke.

Yes, I have time to shop.

But the grocery workers are on strike, and shopping is a hassle. You almost have to have the mark of the beast.

So my fridge is bare.

Maybe I can eat when I get back from Texas.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

I love when Joe Torre smiles.

Every time the Yankees pul it off he smiles like a proud papa.

Eleven innings.

Daddy's proud.

That's my team.

The doctor says this is my first migraine.

It had better be my LAST. This is so not cool!!!

She thinks it is the pill I am on. So she switched me BACK to the first one. And THEN I had to find a pharmacy because my pharmacy is Sav-On and that is part of Albertson’s which is on strike. GRRRRRRRR. Two pharmacies later I found one for my pill prescription—had to have a whole new one due to the strike. She gave me migraine meds and so far I have taken two and it is not helping much. I am currently trying to pack and it is going ever-so-slowly because I feel so bad. The good news is it has also taken most of my appetite! This is always a plus with illness. I know I will be better tomorrow. But I have to pack and GET to tomorrow! It is almost 8:30 and my clothes are still drying. I will get up a bit earlier. GRRRRRRRR again.

I am watching the Yankee game, which looked like it was going to be a Red Sox game but is a Yankee game again. I almost felt better when I jumped up cheering hen they tied it up from a three run deficit. That’s my team!

I would almost guess the migraine is work related but the medicine makes sense too. Work is really not going well. I am putting out feelers for a new job here for the next semester. I can’t be a robot. It isn’t right. I am not the only one, but I am not allow to reveal that online. It really is too bad. After Sunday I really committed my heart to the year, and now I might end up changing anyway!

Is this my first migraine? What about that day at QHJS when I was sick suddenly and in pain? Suddenly I am realizing that this might have happened to me before. Curiously that was my other stressful and very awful job.

I asked Dr. Hayes if he would be in Clear Stream at Christmas so I could drive down and see the school. You could not pay me enough to be a robot.

I think when I grow up I want to be an educational theorist.

Work is bad.

I hate saying that but even my deprtament head is mad over what happened this time. It is worse than I thought--I thought it was just me, but I found out it is a lot more than me.

There was an incident today. My dept head thinks I should write a memo. I need to cool down first. I really want to last the year, but I won't under some of these circumsatnces.

To the doctor after work. I feel awful!

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Well, at least it is not a migraine. I looked up symptoms and I do not qualify. It is just a 16 hour nightmare of a headache. I left church after worship--could not stand to keep my eyes open anymore--so short blog tonight. Will add tomorrow if I can. I hope the electricity is not off past 5:30!

My headache and I are going to bed.

PS Great talk with Darrell and he gave me the first ray of future hope that would allow me to leave a success. That is too complicated to write, but the way he sees it is kind of how I see it, and kind of how I have a strong suspicion Pastor Jerry will see it...

PPS My electric bill now seems cheap. A friend of mine who has five people in the house (most of whom are never home, but do shower a few times a day, etc) got his two month electric,/water/sewage bill. They bill per two months here. Their two month bill was ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!!!!

My $225 seems a steal.

The grocery stores and mass transit are still on strike. I am thinking of shipping food back from Texas.

WHO READS MY BLOG FROM A MAC POWER PC WITH NETSCAPE???? EMAIL ME AND LET ME KNOW!

I have to go see Darrell soon, but had to come home and get conscious first. Today I have put the following into my body: one Tylenol 3 with Codeine, two Aleve, two Tylenol and one Advil. Talk about a pharmacy. Once the headache started to subside I felt nauseated from the influx of medicine! YIKES! I may leave church after worship tonight so I can get to bed at a decent time. I definitely feel bad. Two people told me I had a migraine—I don’t really believe that but I sure did feel lousy. If I did not have my meeting with Darrell I would not step foot outside this house tonight, but I can make it. I added caffeine to the medicinal supply too. There is SO much to do before I leave—planning to travel is always much more work than travel itself, but since I am out of the habit I forget little nuances. I will be back in the habit soon, though, and I am glad. I think I will always travel.

I will also sleep in a bit tomorrow. Normally I am up at 5 a.m. but now my overpriced idiotic electric company, with one day’s notice on a WORKDAY, informs us our power will be off from 4:30 to 5:30 a.m. What a lousy time. I don’t know if my alarm clock back ups even work. I use a couple so that one backs up the other. But I hate CA utility companies anyway, so I would have hated whatever they did because the utility rates are so infuriating. But I need to sleep too. BADLY! And I have to get up by 4 Friday to leave so tomorrow is it.

Anyway, I am not very exciting because I feel so physically lousy. It happens—at least I am not truly SICK. Now I am going to watch a bit of the Yankee game and get ready—have to be at the church at 5 and it is 4 now—I will give myself half an hour—the merge with the 5 will delay me a bit at that time of day—especially with all the mass transit on strike—and the grocery stores-and a sheriff’s department sick out… as I wrote to someone last night:

Well, the grocery workers are on strike so it is hard to buy food--the busses are on strike so the freeways are more jammed and the sheriff's office is having sick out and so the crowded freeways and violent supermarkets picket lines are a free for all. Ah, life in Los Angeles. Go East. Go very far East!



Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Well, I spilled the beans at work. I didn’t mean to but after another issue with the parking lot—a minor thing—straw that broke the camel’s back—I went to the counselor I really like and asked her if we could talk. I blurted out everything about work that I wrote yesterday and then some. And the sad thing is that she agreed with me! She told me it is a game and unless the good I have in CA outweighs the job, to go home and teach because it was a mess here and getting messier.

It is sad when you get encouragement. “The sad thing is that we can’t see through it all to keep the good teachers like you,” she said.

And that covers it… why should I sacrifice my career to play a game? I was fuming this morning. And I stopped caring. I stopped worrying about who might know. I did not yell at the principal in the schoolyard or anything so blatant; I even shut the door of the counselor’s office. But inside I gave up. She basically told me (as an experienced teacher who just became a counselor and one who has a reputation of being very good teacher in the past) that it is all a game and you have to play it and get in trouble if you want to be a good teacher.

She told me if I went to the principal that she would pat me on the back and send me to someone else but it would never change because the state is in such a mess. There is no power on an individual level to beat this system. It is sad. I had no idea it was this bad.

I sent a prayer request to my church prayer list. I was not detailed. I basically said there was stuff going on at work and I wanted to make it through the year if I could. I am seriously considering applying at another district even this year.

I made a sad admission to myself on my way in this morning—I don’t like my job. As I told the counselor. I have only been teaching 5 years—I am not a burned out teacher.

I like my kids, but it is so hard to teach them what they need to learn when lesson plans are written for me in a book and literally what I am supposed to write on the board is written out for me, when history teachers are not able to teach about a current election because the state doesn’t allow time for it.. I am honestly not sure I will get out of here with a good evaluation because I can’t lie. I can’t pretend to play the game. I had a feeling about this the first day of school, but it is pretty clear—and gets clearer every day. I know it sounds nuts, but every year by this time I usually have a pretty good sense of what is going on. A few years ago at QJHS that one incident with the principal and the grading scandal made me KNOW I was quitting. There was no question even in September of what was happening next year. That was because unless the whole thing and change and the principal admitted wrongdoing (fat chance) to remain there would have been to condone what I did not believe in. That is why I can know so early.

The sad thing is my district is considered a good one. It isn’t even the district. It is the STATE. It follows you. The only reason I would go elsewhere now is to get lost in a big district where no one would care and I could be happy for the months I am here and really teach kids.

I want to like coming to work again.

Monday, October 13, 2003

One night over three years ago I woke up out of a dead sleep at 2 a.m. praying for someone. It is the only time I can say with certainty God spoke through me and something changed. At the time when I realized I wished I had never woken up. It seemed to ruin my life in that period. I still can’t hash it all out. In the very end I guess it turned out okay.

I thought about it yesterday in church in reflecting on mistakes and the will of God. I tried to think not how it affected me, that 2 a.m. prayer, but what happened to the other person and what might have happened had everything not happened. We always come back to God would have done something else and used someone else, so, please, I was irrelevant in the great scheme of things—which when you think of it that way makes you wonder why it all matters. Sort of how Robin always says if SHE had not been the one to love and disciple me God would have sent someone else. I never liked that. Then what is the use of an individual person if God will just use anyone? I am just not sure I buy that. Anyway, I am deviating… I don’t know what to think. But in this divine appointment or divine mistake I am reflecting on the last one and thought of that 2 a.m. prayer when I truly saw something happen. Do I think it was God?

Yes.

So what might have happened if I hadn’t prayed?

Wow! I don’t think I cried while driving today. Wonder if we can make it two in a row. And today was ANNOYING because of the grocery strike. I decided tonight after finding my way to a Gelson’s in Los Feliz/Silverlake that next time I need groceries I am crossing the picket lines and that is that. I think the workers are being treated unfairly but at the same time, I am not the one doing it to them. And I don’t like the way they are treating people either. But I won’t deal with that til I get home from Texas because I bought enough to last.

I HATED work today. Not only did I find it repetitive in all the workshops we always have to attend but I don’t like MANY of the people I work with. There are so many who bitter and mean spirited. Being around them makes you feel like you have a giant weight on you. YUCK! One year, I tell myself—just one year. I can do it. There is a teacher at work I like—the Christian guy. I asked him today if he finds himself comparing Colorado schools to California ones. He said he used to, but he tries not to “or I become embittered.” Read: I think CA schools are not great either. I actually saw a test in the copy bin when I turned in a copy order. I had to lay my copy request on top of it. It said “Standard 10.2 Test.” All that says to kids is that we are teaching them a state generated formula. It says, you are not people; you are the subjects of my Standards teaching to get paid and evaluated.

Another teacher asked me if when I was evaluated I was going to “use EDI.” I told her EDI was just initials to me. They stand for Explicit Direct Instruction—an educational buzzword—buzzterm. I said I do that anyway, but no I was not designing a lesson around it. Another asked to see what I was writing on the forms I have to turn in tomorrow—like our self evaluation form in Texas, I showed her but cautioned her.” You might not want to use mine as a model because I am just using catch phrases. You might really want look at someone else’s because I don’t care.”

The whole negative experience reminds me of graduate school when some students in Bibliography acted like they would DIE if they did not rent a cot in the library—while people like me popped in, picked up a couple books and went home and enjoyed my life. Some of them were horrified. They got physically sick over that class (and in this case it was not the teacher—he was great). I thought THEY were the crazy ones. They almost killed themselves. In the end, the ones who were zombies and I all got As anyway. The only difference was I was happier at the end and enjoyed the four months. Now I am surrounded by new teachers who are stressed about doing everything perfectly and old teachers who gripe and rant and rave—and then a few like my dept head and the Christian guy with whom I occasionally get to ENJOY a conversation. I want to stand up in these meetings and says SHUT UP AND TEACH.

If you are teaching well you don’t need to freak. If you can’t teach, no listing of state standards will ever help you be competent. I cannot teach in California. I will finish this year but I will not teach in the CA public schools past this year. If for some reason I were to stay in CA I would either leave education temporarily or work in a private school if either could pay me enough—which is unlikely. But the fact is, in some districts they give kids checklists and ask them to check off the standards the teacher teaches them! So the state standards have overtaken a teacher’s authority in such a way that you can’t really do your job. So what is the POINT?

Today the buzzword was METACOGNITION. They were talking us how to teach our kids to “think about their thinking.” I wanted to tell them that my 24 developmental kids could almost all define METACOGNITION, use it in a sentence AND identify when they did it—and they have been for weeks. And yet the curriculum director was worried I was not filling in my sheet right to practice learning so I could teach it.

I do not mean to imply I am some master teacher; in fact, I know I am not. I am not always happy with my own teaching—most of the time I know I could improve greatly. But the thing is, I am NOT GROWING as a teacher when I am dumbed down to memorizing standards and having the same four things drilled in me all year. And then my curriculum coach wants to come in and videotape me teaching a lesson because that is what they do. I told him no. It is not in my contract; therefore, I am not doing it. End of story. Come watch me, see me teach, offer me feedback, but I am not sitting down with you and a videotape of me. I want to learn and be better but that comes from going against the grain (Dr. Hayes always said to me “I never follow the rules.” There is a line between being rebellious and being a good teacher in that sense. Maybe I was spoiled with the best, but this is ridiculous.) My kids learn and mostly are not bored doing it. ISN’T THAT WHAT MATTERS??????

ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This ends my dissertation of the decline and dumbing down of modern education.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

It really is funny. Tara and Cindy are a lot alike I think. Earlier today I thought, you know, Cindy reminds me a lot of Tara. And then later she sat there and said the very same things.

BLAST.

Oh, did I say that already?

Well, I guess the truth still gets to me when nothing else can. I drug my sorry self to church today but came out better for it. It wasn’t church itself—it was mostly my talk with Cindy. Truth. YUCK! But I know what she says is right. What is scary is how similar she sounded to what Tara said yesterday. BLAST! Just BLAST!

Terry came in with a gift for me. I was truly shocked. She said “this is for you—no matter where you go or what you do, I want this to remind you of our relationship.” It was a funny sort of gift, not a deep one, but it was nice. And it was nice to know she would love me as much if I left. It touched me.

Then Darrell got to me at the end of Meet and Greet. “got your letter,” he said, putting his arm around me. Okay so now the truth is out all around! Anyway, we are talking Wednesday before church. That will help because secrets suck.

Apparently it was a very powerful service today. I did not know it—I was in SusanLand . Cindy set that straight after church and I didn’t know it worked until I left at 3 p.m. and realized that feeling in me—truth. The only hope.

It will be good to go to Texas this way—better than how I was. It was all be laid out there and then I will go there and maybe see things clearer. I want it to be Christmas but it won’t be. June, I think is possible—in my heart I really do. Christmas is my whale. DRAT! DOUBLE DRAT!

The funniest thing has happened the last two weeks in worship—I seem to have learned to play the tambourine. I mean, suddenly I can play the patterns RIGHT and on beat as if I had a Shachah leader in front of me. I certainly don’t mean as WELL as if someone like Brandi were leading—hello—that would take YEARS, but I mean that I would not disgrace the name of Shachah! Aunty would be pleased. But I say that is funny because I must be the most UNANOINTED I have been in years! Maybe that is why… maybe when it has been sort of a rote thing like that it has eased up on the spiritual pressure. So maybe when the two come together I will really have it. Cindy commented on how I at least worshipped when I was not feeling like it. I told her “It is that dumb tambourine; it has a hold on me.” I waited years to be free to play it and I know after this year I probably will not be free again, so somehow that is the one thing I can see clearly. I guess the good part is that it is an instrument of warfare far more powerful than the dance alone, so maybe I am doing some good???

Cindy thinks I am a horse standing in front of a lake, thirsty. I have been. I know she understands too. But something took. I am not sure what, but I know it did. I always know even when I can’t pinpoint it. Within a few weeks it will be immensely clear.

Diana came to me before church asking about dance stuff… I won’t detail all that right here because it falls into some of the confusion that I hope will finally be straightened out this week—this leaving me with no good answers. But the end of it was her talking to me about teach her daughter—DUH! So if that works out it could be great. She is a little girl who is PRECIOUS and very sweet and loves to dance around the house. How neat that would be—and Diana wants to learn too. That would help so much to be able to teach. Who knows what will work out—I used to know Diana years ago. I only have two vivid memories of her. One was of us making vegetable Bobolis in her kitchen and the other is of a poem she wrote in singleness. We have both changed a lot, and she is now one of those mighty powerhouses—in fact if a word comes forth in the church, it is often through her lips and very on target. I could use some people like that in my life again. Besides, she loves Texas! (She married a Texan and they hope to live there one day!)

So I sat with Cindy after church while she and Pastor Dan ate tacos that are not on my diet. By the time I ate it was 3:30—but I stopped at Baja Fresh and got a lowfat version of that lunch. Pastor Dan and Cindy are coming to dinner after I get back from Pennsylvania. That will be nice. My November is booked solid now. I think during the whole month I only teach one complete week with all my travel and Thanksgiving too.

The other Cindy is going home next month til January. It is funny, us permanent people who moved out here seem to have temporary assignments. Somehow hearing that from her helped ME. As long as I don’t have to stay here for years I think I can get over some of this. Los Angeles is the WORST place to be alone. I told Cindy that New York is a friendlier place and she agreed. She has lived on the East Coast. If I had to be lost and anonymous somewhere, I would much rather it be New York City in many ways—and I would never want to live there.

I have decided to take Cindy’s words to heart—or maybe I know I have to. Again, TRUTH. I know it when I hear it at that level. I will take back my landlord call. It can’t be yet. BLAST! But know that much. I know little else but I know that much. But DUDE! As soon as my mileage on AA is posted I am booking my spring real ticket!!

So I guess that is it—something turned today. It had to or I wouldn’t have made it. And now the travel is fixing to start and I am a happy girl when I am taking trips. I don’t want to sit home. If I were married and had a family that would be a time for that but My personality is not that way. I must move. So to reenter a season of travel will help too.

I wonder, one day in the future, how I will see this year.



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