I wrote a friend today about becoming a deacon. How the brief little interlude in the worship service went well Sunday. How I felt for just a moment that I was part of something bigger than myself. This has been a strange year. I never would have thought in March that I'd be working part time outside the schools, deaconing, actually teaching beading to adolescent girls, having time to learn and develop a new way of looking at things (enter A Course in Miracles). And now there's this little whisper I hear now and then in the wind. It says seminary. Hmm.