Here she goes

First Doc Bubbles had to check to see if she would have to give up paying attention to her dreams and using them for 1) poetry and 2) insight into her unconscious. Apparently, it is acceptable in Orthodoxy. Just no soothsaying. (See http://holy-transfiguration.org/library_en/ct_dreams.html.)  Got it. So she has been struggling with what Father had said to her after the Inquirer's class on Friday. He wanted to say a prayer before a service that would mark the start of her becoming a catechumen but only after she was done with the conflict of having to go back to her old church to teach Sunday School.

When she told him, Mr. Crackles got huffy: this means he doesn't even think Protestant Churches are Christian! Well, he probably doesn't, but she didn't think that was really what it was about. The Divine Liturgy teaches. She would be missing those lessons. She wouldn't yet be fully committed. It's not that she's fleeing Sodom like Lot's wife, or even quite slavery in Egypt (but Methodists do give those Egyptian slave masters a run for their money) but she needed to put her hand to the plough and not look back. She hated to let the other teachers down. They needed their breaks so they could be in the worship service sometimes. She had promised to teach. Well, originally she had offered to teach in November, but J. said they wanted the teachers to take two months at a time so could she do December as well. Doc B didn't want to say yes but she felt obliged. Now she would be letting them down for not a couple more Sundays but for more like 6. And the pageant! Maybe she can still help with the pageant.  Why is she saying that? Why is it hard to leave at all, when the Methodist worship style has left her so empty for so long now? Now that she is going, she feels a little sad and admires them: they work so hard.

So last night she dreamed she found herself at the Methodist Church and wasn't sure how she got there and why she was there. She looked up at the fake tree they cover with Chrismons in Advent. Two years ago she was introduced to the making of Chrismons and they were then to be her thing for ever. Chrismons are symbols made out of white felt and glitter modge podge. They are as close to Methodists come to icons. She saw that the tree was looking pretty good and they had managed it just fine without her.  If her dream was telling her anything it was telling her to be free like the Chrismon butterfly

and fly.  So today she wrote J an email and she was fine with taking the kids back over.

So Doc Bubbles is free to go start the process. What is she doing?!!!!!