An email arrived this morning confirming that my paper has been accepted for the International Symposium on Theology, Spirituality and Cancer in Auckland, New Zealand next February.  It seems that I am the the only 'international' speaker among some very diverse New Zealanders and they have asked if I know what I'm doing by agreeing to go!

I am excited and a bit apprehensive because now not only do I have to write the thing, I have to organise getting there and back, having not a scooby what that means in terms of visas and things.  But it will be an adventure, a bit of carpe diem, a bit of living a little more spontenously and less cautiously, and that has to be good.

I just popped onto the BBC news website (having decided it is my lunch break!) and spotted this article about the Commonwealth Games ticketing story... so why it MY letter the one they cite as an example of a 'sorry'?  May not be mine, I am sure other Catrionas applied, but still pretty spooky!

That's it, sabbatical over, time to start the real work again.

So, here I am at just after 8 a.m., I've had my small skinny fairtrade latte, binned three months worth of junk mail, updated the virus protection on the church computer, checked emails and drawn up an extensive 'to do' list for today (three service outlines to sort from scratch - so plenty to keep me occupied!).  I realise that I have left my watch and both mobile phones at home so hope the clock in the vestry is somewhere near correct (it agrees with the computer so that's a start!).

I have stuff I need to chase up already, and a meeting this evening, for which I have two things to prepare...

It's as if I'd never been away...

Ah, but it's good to be back.

For the rest and refreshment of summer sabbaticalling, thank you God

For the challenges and routines of autumn ministry, guide me God

In the everyday and every day, keep me in your love

Amen.

Today the Glasgow 2014 ticket ballot for the Commonwealth Games began notifying people of the outcome... I got zero tickets.  I wasn't so fussed about the athletics or swimming but was very disappointed not to get in to the netball.  Evidently there is another opportunity to buy such tickets as are still available in the next week or two - presumably for the underwater basket weaving and other obscure/unpopular events.

I 'get' that a ballot is differently unfair from a straight sales system, but it still leads to lots of disappointment.

I know it's nothing in the scheme of things, and I can still watch on television, but I am disappointed.  The only positive spin on it is the money I've saved!!

If anyone has managed to secure their tickets, congratulations, I hope you have a wonderful time - I'm sure you will.

... it is also the last day of my sabbatical.

I still have a lot of writing up to do and not much time left in which to do it!  Plus as Monday is now once more my 'day off' I have arranged to see a friend on for lunch, so not much work happening today.

If the purpose of the three months was to slow down and chill, then it has been largely successful

If it was to enhance my spiritual disicpline - or a least find tools to assist I that - it has been an abject failure.  Except that I know I really do need to seek out a spiritual director, if such a person can indeed be found in this presbyterian nation!

If it was to reflect on my cancer experiences in dialogue with those of others, it has been valuable and insightful - if not necessarily in the ways I had anticipated.  If my offer of a paper at the conference in New Zealand next February is successful then it will feel like a 'job well done'.  I think there will be stuff of use for both Baptist Unions too.

If it was to learn from other churches, then it has been successful, both in what I set to discover and what I learned along the way.  And it made me appreciate my own church all the more.

The last full week of sabbatical was a canal boat holiday with old friends who would not describe themselves as Christian or any other faith.  In some small measure it reflected the sabbatical - a slow journey out and back to where it began, times of stillness, times of laughter (and of conflict), too much food, too little exercise... and the joy of finally being back home where a very excited Holly Cat leapt into my arms and purred for Europe.  You can't beat sleeping in your own bed, and you can't beat being in your own routine.

Tomorrow the six o'clock alarm will herald my return to work.  I fear I will not be as energised and holified as I or anyone else might hope - but I am ready to start back on the adventure I share with the Gatherers as we seek to play our part in God's mission and ministry in this time and this place.

For the season of rest just ending - thank you God

For the season of routine to come - thank you God

For all that has been, thank you

For what is to come, yes.