Headed to Shrine Mont!

Tomorrow the clergy of the Diocese of Virginia head to Shrine Mont for our annual clergy retreat. We get there Monday afternoon and stay until noon on Wednesday. It is such a gift - a time that I would never be able to take for myself without feeling terribly guilty even though I know how absolutely necessary it is for my job (and much more for my soul). It's always a big hassle getting ready - finding childcare for all those extra hours, writing detailed lists of which child to schlep where when, trying to think in advance of what will need to happen. But as soon as I'm there all that floats away so quickly. (The subsidized massages the Diocese sets up for us doesn't hurt!)

I'll report back after Wednesday....

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