Stoles and Plungers
Yesterday our Plunge team (Barb, Davies and I) attended our last Eucharist at Good Shepherd Church. Afterwards at coffee hour, Fr. Domenic gave us inscribed books and note cards. We thought that the gifts ended there. We were wrong. Domenic called us into his office and presented each of us with richly colored stoles. These stoles had been handed down to him, and he now handed them on to us. We accepted them with amazement.
Last night, at the dinner party given by our host families, Rich (the senior warden) gave us each a plunger onto which the hosts then wrote personal messages in permanent marker. Rich also demonstrated the various creative ways a pair of plungers might be worn. We laughed almost until we were sick. The evening was bittersweet. It's hard to leave these people who shared histories and raw emotions with us.
This afternoon our team safely arrived back home. Five minutes later, though, both Barb and Davies left (independently of one another) for a day or two in Indianapolis. This leaves me as the first (and at the moment, the only) Plunger back on the block. I am disoriented here, my brain feels fried, and I can't even begin to process the experience. Former Plungers, is this normal?
Last night, at the dinner party given by our host families, Rich (the senior warden) gave us each a plunger onto which the hosts then wrote personal messages in permanent marker. Rich also demonstrated the various creative ways a pair of plungers might be worn. We laughed almost until we were sick. The evening was bittersweet. It's hard to leave these people who shared histories and raw emotions with us.
This afternoon our team safely arrived back home. Five minutes later, though, both Barb and Davies left (independently of one another) for a day or two in Indianapolis. This leaves me as the first (and at the moment, the only) Plunger back on the block. I am disoriented here, my brain feels fried, and I can't even begin to process the experience. Former Plungers, is this normal?
posted by Raisin at
8:34 PM
3 Comments:
Very normal, dear. Even though I came home to my family, I felt... discombobulated. Physically tired, and mentally overloaded.
Give yourself some extra resting time, the next day or two; and welcome back!
What she said. . .
alleluia amen. i came straight back to the block, and it was postively dizzy-ing. Be very glad you have a day or two to re-orient before other folks return. But - it will get back to normal soon :)
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