Homeward Bound

I spent the week at a training session for Fresh Start facilitators. There was much to love about it, including really skilled faculty, meeting some great new fellow learners, and getting the hell out of Ontario during the last gasps of the Winter that Would Not Die. (Oh, please let those have been the last gasps).

It was an intensive time together, far more so than the clergy conferences I’ve been to in recent years. More was demanded of me. Because we were learning how to facilitate these sessions, we were actually facilitating sessions. And covering a lot of good content in plenary sessions in between the trial modules.

Coming home now, I realized that things about this last week have reminded me of who I used to be, back when I was taking University courses just for fun, learning because learning is awesome. I miss that challenge. I miss who I am when I am fired up about new ideas.

I also realized some pleasant things about who I am now, a little more confident, better at taking feedback. My first trial module was a train wreck. 10 years ago that would have been a devastating failure and personal crisis. Wednesday it was… An unpleasant experience from which I had a great deal to learn.

I’m still digesting a lot of the content, and will be for a long tome, judging by the 4-inch binder in my suitcase. But I am also digesting this: my Diocese thought I was worth investing the $$ to get me to Phoenix (oh, I could so go back to Arizona in the springtime… So beautiful), and to this not-inexpensive training. The trainers thought I was worth teaching. My colleagues thought I was worth challenging with some true but hard-to-hear feedback. People figured I was worth that.

I have some work to do now, proving them right.


3 Responses

  1. I’m glad this was such a success in so many ways.

    You’ll be digesting “for a long TOME, judging by the 4-inch binder.” Was that an intentional, or a fortuitous, pun?

  2. That was a “typing on a virtual keyboard” error. That spellcheck didn’t pick up. 🙂

  3. “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”, right? That’s either Nietzsche or Conan the Barbarian, I forget, but – true. Falling down as a grownup is way better than falling down as a kid, because instead of just falling down, you get to think about WHY you fell down, what you can do so you don’t fall down again, how to respond if you do fall down again, how to prevent others from falling down, etc., etc., etc. That being said, I admire you very much for your qualities of thoughtful, reflective leadership, tempered always by a hilariously realistic sense of humour.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: