bullet journal

I have been a journaller–off and on–for much of my adult life. When I was in college, I bought a leather journal cover at the Renaissance Faire that holds a plain sketch book. Mostly it’s been my prayer journal, though there have been times I’ve tried to carry it around and use it more widely. Some of my journals would have pages set apart at the back for “other” things.

I have tried to use calendars and to-do lists and failed again and again. I tried to go electronic with calendars and to-do lists and continue to fail. (My only moderate success is having our shopping list hooked up to the Echo and my phone. Now I at least have the list when I go to the store.)

For most of my life, I have been able to keep my schedule pretty well in my head and remember things I want to write down later. That has changed. I’m older. I have 2 part-time jobs, 2 kids, and a spouse. I’m trying to keep track of too much and I keep missing things.

In January this year, I discovered the beginning-to-be-trendy bullet journal. It has become my new best friend. What I like best about it is having everything in one place. I’m not messing with journals and calendars and random pieces of paper. My life is varied enough that it helps to have it all together. I also like the idea that I can go through the book from start to finish. I don’t have to try to block off 1/3 for church, 1/3 for school, 1/3 for life. I just go to the next blank page spread, write the page numbers in, and add them to the index.

As Ryder Carroll says in his description of the bullet journal, the key is the index. Write page numbers on every page and index it so you can find it again. Every time I start a new spread for an ongoing topic, I add it to the original index entry (until I run out of space). I star my “Daily Log” entry in the index so I can always find it quickly.

Let me note right here, that I have looked at examples of bullet journals online and they seem to be neat and pretty with flourishes and color coded and, well, neat. Mine is not! So this is the post that says one can keep a bullet journal even when it is fast and furious and messy. I aspire to be neat and color code and have beautiful doodles on my pages. Never. Gonna. Happen. It’s not me. My handwriting has always been barely passable, and that hasn’t changed. So. Messy journaling.

Things I have done well with the bullet journal: Having a place to keep lists and take notes, especially for things like worship series, class syllabi, each months’ newsletter. It’s been great as a place to take notes in meetings, or lecture notes when I was taking on-line classes, or using it as actual journal space. When I had an uncomfortable meeting with a student last semester, I went back to my car and wrote it out in my journal so I had a record of my version of what happened, and it was right there, and I could find it as necessary. When I need to write something, I take notes or start drafts in the journal. I have been keeping my lesson plans in the journal this term, writing lecture notes and class ideas, and then just having it open in front of me during class where I can add comments as needed.

Things I keep working at: The daily log. This is the to-do list part, and I use it more or less well depending on the week. The monthly calendar, I at least create every month (I might have missed one in the last year), but I don’t probably keep it up as well as I should as appointments come up. I’m also at a loss for whether and where to put the weekly things like carpool and piano lessons. As I looked through the journal for this blog post, I noticed one particularly busy week where I made a spread for the week to keep track of everything. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea.

What I haven’t done well: I lost track of the “running log” which is a place to keep ideas, notes, etc. as they come up. It would be useful. I am not good at getting up every day and setting up my to-do list as well as maybe have a gratitude page or a nightly examen page. So consistency is not my forte. Same with keeping track of hours for timesheet in my church job and just to know in my teaching job. It would be useful, and I haven’t done it yet. I’ve tried a prayer page but didn’t keep it up, and also meal planning. Those are things I’d like to do more of. I’m sure there are other things people are doing that I am not. I’m not great at using the symbols, and I don’t know if they would be particularly useful for me or not.

I want to re-watch the tutorial as I set up a new journal (I filled the first one), and remember what those basic ideas were.

It’s a tool, and at this moment in my life, with so many moving parts, it’s one that is helpful to me as I find ways to make it work for me. Index it!

Some pages:




Future Log


Daily Log


Monthly Spread


Blog ideas


Pentecost Worship


Sermon notes 1


Sermon notes continued


Newsletter page / Youth Sunday preliminary Notes


Lesson Plans


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catching up

School started. We have a 4th grader who misses 3rd grade and a 2nd grader who wishes school didn’t exist. ::sigh::

I am teaching at one of the local community colleges. In some ways it is just fabulous, my best teaching since I taught high school, and I will post about that sometime. In other ways it is exhausting. I have am 8 a.m. class and a 3 p.m. class. As the woman who recommended me for the job said, “Worst schedule ever” except the other guy she recommended who has 8 a.m. and 4 p.m. But it’s only Mondays and Wednesdays, so that’s good. After getting mostly MWF classes in a program that *claimed* they equitably switched back and forth between T/TH and M/W/F classes, I feel so relieved every time Friday rolls around and I don’t have to teach. The kids are doing the after school program on Mondays and staying at the car pool house on Wednesdays. On Thursdays, I am picking up the Transitional Kindergarten carpool kid at 1:30 and the other kids at 2:45 and bringing them to my house. So we’re all working it out and balancing. It takes a village…

The students in my not-ready-for-freshman comp composition class are reading Zach Anner’s book If At Birth You Don’t Succeed for their required Reading course. Anner will be speaking at the school in October. I’m reading the book along with them and using it in the comp class and am quite delighted. I am trying to figure out how to help these students negotiate college. It seems that in the 7 years since ShyGuy was born and I stopped teaching regularly, much has changed in both students’ absolute refusal to be disconnected from their technology and how they view their role and the teacher’s role. This may be a steep learning curve.

Meanwhile, we are not heading to my cousin’s wedding this weekend even though we would very much like to be there because driving 10 hours either way on a weekend, even a long one, suddenly felt prohibitive. We will miss the family gathering and wish everyone well. We are grateful we got to see my aunt and her partner on their way to the gathering. Since we are not going north, it seems we are going to join Computerguy’s friends by actually camping (though just 1 night) at their annual Labor Day Weekend camping trip (we usually come up for 1 day). So. Camping. It sound tiring to me, but the family is excited, so there it is. (I might rather drive the 10 hours and stay in the house my folks rented, but that ship has sailed. Camping with the college friends it is!)

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poetry thursday

On Monday I read Kristin’s blog post about writing a poem (Improbable Blessings) based on a poem (What Can You Do with Day Old Bread) based on a poem (Inner City).

These got me thinking, and I wrote this comment on Kristin’s FB page:

I really like the poem. Now I have the first line of a poem in my head: “To Presbyterians nothing (and everything) is sacred…” I’m thinking about our children coming up after communion and grabbing hunks of bread as we pour grape juice back into the plastic bottle. I think there is something there. We’ll see where it goes.

I realized as I was working on the poem that when children grab hunks of bread we’ve done communion by intinction, so we don’t really pour the grape juice back into the bottle (except maybe the chalice the pastor poured out). It’s when it’s in the pews and we have little cubes and plastic cups that the unused cups get poured back. I could have conflated the two in the poem, but I didn’t.

I ended up with two poems, a longer one about the children and a shorter one inspired by the day-old-bread. I think I like the second one better. At least, I’m enamored of the first two lines.

After Communion

To Presbyterians nothing–and everything–is sacred;
All are welcome at the table:
–This is my body
–This is my blood
Memorial and more than memorial,
More than the baptists,
Less than the Lutherans.
I offer the loaf and the cup to my daughter:
–The bread of life
–The cup of love.
When we clean up,
She asks for bread
and children take hunks of the body of Christ
While we pour leftover juice down the sink that drains directly to the earth.
During lunch,
My daughter dips the bread
Into balsamic vinegar
And offers me the body of Christ.


The Leftover Cubes

Have you ever made bread pudding
From the leftover cubes of the body of Christ?
For Presbyterians
Nothing is sacred
And everything is sacred.
To share bread pudding around the table
This, too, is communion
And Jesus in our midst.

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kindness at the waterpark

We have waterpark season passes for our 3rd summer. Yesterday we met my spouse at the waterpark when he got off work. It was a great way to live through the 110+ temperatures. It felt downright cool as we floated around the lazy river, bobbed in the wave pool, and sped down slides. We also felt the heat as we stood in line for those slides, and we saw the smoke from a nearby vegetation fire. By the time we left, there was ash falling on us. I checked. That fire is now out.

Two things stood out for me at the waterpark.

1) We were trying to get into the lazy river. They discourage people from congregating around the steps and blocking the entrance waiting for tubes, so I was trying to hustle the kids in, but there was some small commotion and much blocking. A woman was just in the river, blocking the entrance, messing with a tube, and I couldn’t tell what she was trying to do as she pushed the tube further onto the steps, making it impossible to navigate. I looked over at the lifeguard with an appeal on my face (I’m sorry we’re standing here on the steps; we’re trying to get in), and then I looked down, and about three teenagers, goofing and joking in the water seconds before as they tried to get out were steadying the tube so the woman could climb onto it. They held it for her, helped her launch into the river, and went on their way, teasing each other a little, embarrassed about this intimate act of kindness. They saw what needed to be done and did it.

2) Kristin writes about the welcoming statement her church council has approved. She wonders this:

As I reflect on this statement of welcome, I think about how easy it seems to welcome LGBTQ members of the community–but to genuinely welcome people with mental issues that are presenting in disruptive ways? That might be harder.

We were standing in line for the water slide, clumsily holding big double tubes. The teenage boy behind us, maybe 15, tall, a little awkward,  was clearly developmentally different. He was not with a parent, though responsible adults were around, and he was eventually joined by a younger boy. He was loud, excited, and inquisitive. He shouted down the tower at people he was with to ask questions and let them know where he was, and to get the attention of the boy who eventually joined him. He told them he had a green raft. Several times. Every few minutes, He asked us how many people were in line ahead of us, and then counted aloud for himself and agreed with our number. He called out to every lifeguard we passed as we climbed several levels to the higher slides, “I’m doing slide 7 this time.” “I have a green raft!” He prodded people, loudly, when they didn’t notice a space in the line and move forward. I only describe this to say that everyone was fine. The lifeguards gave him thumbs up and encouraging words. The people in line answered questions and chatted with him. No one needed to be hovering over him or taking care of him, and it seemed everybody was watching out for him. After we had slid down, while the girl child and I were waiting for the boys, I watched his grown-ups waiting for him, camera at the ready to capture a picture. I could see his behavior being disruptive in some situations, and I wonder how the collective we would react then, but in a waterpark during a heatwave, everyone was able to be the loosely knit community that one becomes standing in long, awkward lines waiting together for a few seconds of excitement.

The local waterpark on a Monday afternoon during a heatwave. It was a good place to be.

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presbygeek: not just a ruling elder

Saturday we got a first coat of paint on the boy’s walls. Since the kids have been taking karate, Computerguy and I have wanted to show them our formative karate movie: The Karate Kid. Online, I found a set of 4 discs for $4 (new, legit): Karate Kid 1,2,3 and the new one (the Jaden Smith one, alas, not the Hilary Swank one). So we watched Karate Kid Saturday night while I followed the Twitter feed for #GA222 moderator election. (The PC(USA) biennial General Assembly, our highest governing body, led by equal parts Teaching Elders (Reverends) and Ruling Elders (congregational governors), elected by Presbyteries.)

Since I have been following and admiring Jan Edmiston (A Church for Starving Artists) for years and Denise Anderson (SOULa Scriptura) more recently (but probably also years, just not as many), I was pleased with the outcome. One of the things I have liked about Edmiston is her support for and stance on ruling elders. She continually calls us to remember that we, too, are called and ordained. Deacons, ruling elders, teaching elders, all are called and ordained. There is no hierarchy of ministry. Ordained or not, we believe we are all ministers. In the Rev. Edmiston’s world, every ruling elder would have a sermon at the ready in case someone needed to step in at the last minute, every ruling elder would be practicing pastoral care, every ruling elder would have a vision for moving the Church forward, every ruling elder would live into that calling.

The Rev. Anderson, too, understands this. She writes eloquently in There’s a Woman in the Pulpit about the limbo of serving as pulpit supply and as an associate in a church during the limbo time between graduating from seminary and receiving an ordain-able call, a time when she had all the credentials, but not the title, and may have been considered “less than.”

Most places, Edmiston’s vision is not reality. There is Anderson’s feeling of “less than” for those who have not been ordained to the Ministry of Word and Sacrament (an old title, replaced by the General Assembly by Teaching Elder for just the reasons I am enumerating, but still in common usage). I’ve written about this before. There is a divide between teaching elders and ruling elders. Some teaching elders, intentionally or not, believe this and set up a “some-elders-are-more-equal-than-others” structure, particularly perhaps those who come from other denominations and cultures. Perhaps more problematic, many ruling elders don’t see themselves as the leaders of the church. Many presbyterian ruling elders don’t feel they have the scriptural or polity knowledge to have that kind of authority. So the teaching elders become overburdened because they are supervising everyone instead of working in partnership. It’s a culture that is difficult to change.

So I was disappointed reading the twitter feed to hear people talk about the one Ruling Elder standing for co-moderator making just those disparaging kinds of statements about himself. “I’m just a ruling elder” (evidently repeatedly) “I’m not a minister.” You are standing to be the face and voice of the denomination, to lead the people; if you don’t think you are an elder, period, and also a minister, why are you standing for moderator and why are you giving that message to all the ruling elder commissioners who have been charged with leading the denomination (not to mention the handful of us who are following from home)? It’s disappointing. The now-former moderator–Heath Rada, #GA221–was a Ruling Elder Moderator. He preached the sermon at the Saturday opening worship service and stood with a teaching elder behind the communion table (so she was presiding, but he was co-celebrating). This was the example we had, but the culture of “just a ruling elder” pervades.

Because it has been on their radar, I am hopeful that this is one of the things the Revs. Edmiston and Anderson will influence as they see visions and dream dreams with our church the next 104 weeks.


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youth sunday part four

This was my fourth year to guide the youth toward a Youth Sunday Service. This year in youth group, we have had 5 stalwarts with a few drop ins. None of the drop ins came to Youth Sunday preparation, so we were our 5 faithful. 3 Girls: 8th, 9th, and 10th grades and 2 6th grade boys.

They came up with the theme: Ask, Seek, Knock, and wrote every part of the service. They divvied it up, challenged themselves (Liturgical Dance! Scripture Reflection!) and did the thing. It has been one of the great gifts of my position to help guide the Youth Sunday services.

We did recruit a youth group alumni to play the guitar and several others to sing with us. It gave the kids more confidence and filled out the song, but they were fine, they would have been fine, even without their older friends. The choir director, who had been skeptical, gave them high praise afterward.

And a kid who hadn’t been a part of it said to me, “next year…” so that gives me hope. But next year I take a back seat to the youth ministry coordinator because I’ve done this for four years and we don’t want anyone to think I’m the only person who can do this. This is our chorus this year. We are all ministers. Let’s do this thing together.

And my kid got to play the piano. She’s been waiting for the opportunity, ever since a different kid got to play the prelude at the children’s service and then got to play again during Advent(!) even though I told her she would have the next chance (his parents requested it and we worked it in, but my kid said, “I know that same song in that same book. Why wasn’t it my turn?”). So I’ve ben watching for an opportunity, and when one of the youth wanted to dance, I suggested my kid could play “Ode to Joy” and that would be a great song to dance to. It worked out, and the dance was beautiful, and Word Girl finally got to play the piano in church. Amen!

youth sunday

Our Faithful Five are in the front with some college kids backing them up.

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friday five: school days

Hard for me to pass up this Friday Five though I am late to the party.

So, as students wrap up their years or maybe their academic careers, let’s reflect upon our school days in today’s Friday Five:

  1. Favorite class during your many years of schooling

Undergrad: Emily Dickinson. We studied her poems and her letters for a whole quarter. Best class ever. I did a presentation with my roommate. We got my mom to let us tape her singing our poem to the tune of “Yellow Rose in Texas”. Fun stuff. I still love Dickinson. (Also, the only class in my undergrad for which I earned an A+.)

Graduate School: Shakespeare and Film. It was a great class and I wrote about 10 Things I Hate about You and Never Been Kissed. A year or so later, talking about possible dissertation topics, I opined about wishing I could just follow up on that paper and my friend Young Jim said, “why not?” And I thought, “yeah, why not?” And so I did. More or less.

  1. Toughest class you have taken

Computers for the Liberal Arts Major. It wasn’t. We had to learn programming. Shell programming. I still have no idea what I was supposed to do in that class. On the other hand, I learned about newsgroups and connecting from home via modem and spent a whole lot of time reading ST:TNG newsgroup posts (and that was the term the Great Bird of the Galaxy passed out of the galaxy (Gene Roddenberry dies), so it was quite poignant). But I didn’t learn a thing about programming and it was a singularly unhelpful class for this liberal arts major.

  1. Class you would love to retake

Hard to say. I would like to have done better at some of my GE classes, but that doesn’t mean I wish I could retake them. Probably one of the English classes I was too busy to do all the reading for. More than “retake” I would like to be able to go back in time and take the Shakespeare Comedy class in my undergrad. It was taught by the woman who was eventually my committee chair and dissertation advisor for my Ph.D., but I never had her as an undergrad.

  1. Favorite seminary or theologically-themed class

I’ve taken 8 classes in my Certificate in Ministry Course. 5 have been excellent, 1 fine, 1 mediocre, and 1 poor. Not a bad average. I am enjoying the Worship and Preaching one I am taking right now because that’s what I am doing, and I get to wrote what amounts to more or less a poem a week, but I am pretty well ahead of the curve in this class thanks to great opportunity and mentorship. The surprising ones have been the Pastoral Care class (who knew you could do that online) and the Church Leadership class. Those were terrific!

  1. Dream class – if you could design the ultimate undergraduate/graduate course, what would it be?

Literature and Ministry. Not sure what it would look like, but I think at minimum we would read Gail Godwin, Marianne Robinson, C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L’Engle, William Shakespeare, and Jane Austen. I could write the syllabus right now. I want to teach this class. I’d start with The Winter’s Tale and move on to Mansfield Park. Then A Wrinkle in Time and The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Then Gilead and Evensong. Maybe some Vicar of Wakefield in there and a few episodes of the Vicar of Dibley and Rev thrown in. It could be a really fun and thoughtful class. (other suggestions?)

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