Waking Up In The City That Never Sleeps....

Well, here we are in NYC and its environs for 2 week training in learning how to be missionaries. I've really just wanted to sleep, rest, and be in a very quiet place and walk in the woods and heal...but we have a real task master of a leader, so we are sitting in endless meetings that are sometimes actually good but mostly tedious. HOWEVER, hours in a real bathtub with endless real hot water that comes from the faucet and a large hard bed with a window that opens to COLD and hours for fucking were truly grand...and I'd like about three more days of this. I find I miss our Tropical Home and our people. I especially miss the kitties. I miss the music of the patois and I can't stop myself from trying to think in Spanish and I find myself speaking in Spanish! (Och!) This morning we were at Trinity Wall Street with glorious music for MLKJR day...not nearly enough about racism and what we, as Episcos, are going to do to make a difference. I have such angst about such wealthy churches--TWS, however does good work with their mucho money but I'm always conflicted about wealth and churches. Wandering Trinity this morning I kept thinking of our dear friend and mentor, RWC. There was a carved, life-size image of some bishop or other. So what? I thought--just some other old dead white man--and then I saw "the kiss"--red lipstick of lip prints that had kissed this bishop she must have loved....and I hoped (God Forbid) that IF and when RWC+ EVER dies, I myself want a RWC image that I can go visit, talk to, kiss. ....Funny, what things go through my head during and in churches......