Exploring Sellwood

The new guest bed for those of you who will be visiting us one of these days! This weekend we loaded up the new minivan and headed north.  Paige had a half day at school on Friday and Jeff was headed up to Tacoma for Convo on Saturday so it seemed the perfect time for a little trip to our new neighborhood in Portland.  We arrived and headed straight to Miss P’s new school to have a tour and register her for the fall.  She’s anxious about the school year ending and we thought having a more concrete idea about her new school would be helpful.  I think it was wonderful for all of us.  As we walked through the halls of her school I felt like this was a place where we belonged.  When we left I checked out with the secretary who asked what had brought us to Sellwood.  When I explained our new start her response was an enthusiastic, “That is so cool!”   After our tour we headed to the house and began unloading some odds and ends.  Our friends from Veneta arrived with a load in the back of their pickup and we dodged raindrops as the pieces of the swing set and our patio furniture joined the stack of items from the Sellwood UMC building in the back of the garage. As we worked our friends shared their disbelief; at the traffic, the busy street, the small lots, and the noise. For them, who dream of a house out in the country with several acres, our new setting seems like the worst thing...

It’s time to start again

Here, have a sunrise, because it’s an awesome metaphor for beginning again. My plan in starting this blog was to write one every week until we moved to Portland and then to write at least weekly or more often as things progressed.  It has been many weeks since my last entry.  Part of it is I sort of fell apart at the end of Holy Week.  Apparently writing 7 worship services in one week while preparing to travel internationally on Easter is my breaking point.  It’s good to know. Then we were in Scotland for 3 weeks for my cousin’s wedding.  So not writing then was a totally legit excuse, but we’ve been back now for a while.  Almost a month actually.  In that time I’ve written several blogs, but none have made it to the website because I’ve found them flat and maybe more than a little dull. I could blame my manuscription mediocrity on transition.  Our house is filling up with boxes, as is my office.  We’re packing our days with lunches and dinners with friends, trying to soak in every last ounce of this chapter of our lives before a new one begins.  I could blame it on feeling disconnected, which is definitely happening.  I know psychologically it’s natural to start to distance yourself when a leave taking is in the offing.  I’m tired of church, of rotary meetings, of our bedroom wall color.  All things I actually love.  This tiredness is just my brain making sure that moving is a safe change for me.  I’m also more than a little nostalgic as it’s been the...