Today I travelled to another town to be interviewed by a priest that I didn't know, about my deacon's essay. He was pleasantly welcoming and the interview was relaxed (ish), and he telegraphed the difficult questions with a grin. He now has to write some notes for the Bishop about the essay and me, ready for my interview with the Bishop at the end of the month.
Another milestone completed.
In my mind this was going to be a quiet time, winding down and finding stillness and peace, but my diary in quite full at the moment, and I have a sense of 'lots to do' before going on retreat. Someone phoned me today to try to arrange a time to meet - also a person with a full diary; it looks as if it won't happen. In this case I'm not sure how comfortable to be with the ships-that-pass-in-the-night nature of the encounter, but maybe that is meant to be.
One aspect of pastoral work is that the to-do list is never-ending, and I have to draw the line at what is possible. It would be nice not to feel pangs about the not possibles though.
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