act of faith

Learning outcomes for today:

  1. all clergy tailors should have tattoos, piercings, and a healthy sense of the absurdity of clerical shirts.
  2. being measured by someone who simply doesn’t care who you are or what the tape measure says is liberating
  3. it is much more fun to hunt for clergy-shirts in pairs (especially with someone who does not habitually wear black)
  4. some clerical outfitters have a very good sense of what their customers want and are skilled at giving it to them.
  5. nonetheless, there is no reason on God’s good earth that a clerical outfitter should stock a pale-pink poly-cotton, with silver-glitter butterflies.
  6. the A1 is not the M1.  Forget this at your peril.

bing

Ah, social media.

It has been a big part of my life of late.  In part, it is a way of connecting.  In part it is a way of remembering how fickle I am (‘oh yes, I will start this.’, ‘look, I’ve started again!’, ‘… turning, turning, we come down right.’).  And in part, it is an attempt to use the time off I have this year to become more fluent with the forms of communication which are essential to ministry but which take time.

Learning to blog, or tweet, or use facebook takes no time at all, of course.  We proved that one year during lunch at synod (30 new tweeters, at your service).  Maintaining it and building it into something worthwhile is rather more demanding.

Twitter should be easier.  Fast and furious.  Funny and rewarding.  But how on earth do you keep up with it?

Every ten minutes or so, enough interesting links come through my twitter feed to keep me reading for an hour.  Many of these links are good — blog posts and articles written carefully by clever, engaged people.  But they come in helter-skelter, and I soon reach information overload.

And that’s the part that interests me, right now:  how quickly even good content on twitter turns my brain to mush.  I see university students constantly on their phones.  Twitter.  Facebook. Texts.  I do it too.  And I wonder:  how do they ever get anything done?  Do they ever spend 10 minutes uninterrupted?  Is it possible, now, to read for an hour?  To write for two?  To sit an exam for three?  Or do their neurons rebel if the constant ‘bing, bing, bing’ goes dormant?

I like social media, and I want to keep learning to use it better.  But it is a wild beast that I suspect will only be tamed by deliberate silence and withdrawal.

Or is this an introvert/ extrovert thing?  Readers: how do you do it?

now appearing…

About a year ago, I went on retreat, and began the process of turning my life upside-down. I came home having named a number of things I wanted and a number of things I didn’t want, and began thinking about how to make them happen.  That process is still ongoing, but all in all, it has been a delight.

Along the way, ideas were picked up and tried.  Some things worked, others were soon discarded.  Today, I’ve been playing with the things that fell onto the scrap pile.

I came home from the retreat wanting more private space, and (me being me, for the first time a many a moon) I began by setting up a new blog.  It was a carefully guarded secret, which is really a silly thing to do to a blog.  It lasted for a heady glorious month, and then I came home to wonderfulexchange and  forgot that the other blog had ever existed. Until, that is, WordPress sent me the CSS update reminder.

A lot has happened in the past year, but it was fascinating to see how much fun and energy I had as I began to break free of the things that had been clipping my wings.

Thanks to those who took that brief blogging journey with me, and for those who persevere through the slow slow drip of blogging here.

The old posts from the hidden blog are uploaded here:

what I learned on retreat — 22 March, 2011

blessing of blossom — 24 March, 2011

the icon I’ve been missing — 26 March, 2011

realised eschatology (for cats) — 28 March, 2011

Banburgh Blessing — 6 April, 2011

a day at the palace — 29 April, 2011