Back logged

I've just noticed that I have several posts half-written and saved as unpublished "drafts". They haven't quite made it to the blog yet, and I'm sorry; it's really coming down to the wire here, and I've been SO tired in the evenings! I promise though, there will be some great photos and stories, once I finally get them up.

Tonight I got to go with AJ to his Taize workshop. It was really wonderful, and I've bumped France/Taize up on my list of places to travel to. It sounds like I could learn a lot there (and considering the number of times I've sworn I'm going into a monastery anyway... lol) but I also think that, though I'm sure I'll end up there someday anyway, that's something that's going to happen to me through God's mysterious machinations, not through much of my own planning. When the time is right and I'm ready to recieve that, the opportunity will present itself.

Anyway, for the moment AJ's workshop was actually really incredible. I've been so blessed with the privilege of hearing him sing several times today (earlier he and Natalie were practicing their blessing for the wedding, so I got to hear that, which is great because I'm not going to be there for the thing itself).

I'm also very humbled, because I got to meet several of his friends and acquaintances he knows from years back many (all?) of whom are in church music... and I realize I don't know jack sh*t about music. So I played the trumpet a little bit in high school. I was good, sure, but only in the way I tend to be good at everything, which isn't awe-inspiring by any degree. I can sort-of read music. Yay. And I can bang away at a guitar. Beyond that... I mean really! There's SO MUCH about music, I can't even keep up when they start jawing away about... I don't even know what it is they jaw about, it's so over my head.

That's okay, I'm good at other things. It's just (like I said) humbling.

All the same, we had a lovely night, and they're all wonderful people. I'm just starting to get used to this pecular pace here in S.Africa (or posisbly it's a Capetonian thing). When it's "time to leave" or something is going to be done "just now" it invariably means "sometime today". So as we were packed up and walking out the door of this place, we literally stopped on the stoep outside the door and ended up sitting with a group of people and chatting away for over an hour. Seriously. Beers were eventually brought out and sipped away.

And I had some lovely talks. It felt nice.

See, if this is what happens to a post when I'm just reflecting on the last few hours, imagine how hard it is to finish a post about an entire day, complete with photos!