Real thoughts, that are short.
Today I spent the day at Christ Lutheran Church in Hellertown, listening to a lecture on the book of Matthew by Bishop John Spong. I would really, really like to write about it. Bishop Spong is an articulate and powerful speaker, and I loved listening to what he had to say. I would have bought books while I was there, but I didn't have cash (silly me, for not thinking ahead). I did stop in the booksigning line anyway, just to shake his hand and tell him how much I enjoyed the day (I got a hug instead, since I was a bit emotional by the end of his talk and it hadn't gone away by the time I got through the line).
I'm not going to write about it right now because it's just sort of too big. There's too much here right now, and I can't process it into words yet. But it was a very powerful day, and for the second time now I've had to flash-suppress the urge to shout "fuck yeah!" and throw the horns during a church event. At least after the organ piece it would have made sense. After a speech, maybe not so much.
With luck, I won't let this slip away completely (hey, it only took me a year to write about the Therion show in NYC...). But even though I'm worried I'll let that happen... like I said, I just can't write about it now. There is too much.
I'm not going to write about it right now because it's just sort of too big. There's too much here right now, and I can't process it into words yet. But it was a very powerful day, and for the second time now I've had to flash-suppress the urge to shout "fuck yeah!" and throw the horns during a church event. At least after the organ piece it would have made sense. After a speech, maybe not so much.
With luck, I won't let this slip away completely (hey, it only took me a year to write about the Therion show in NYC...). But even though I'm worried I'll let that happen... like I said, I just can't write about it now. There is too much.