The Holey Spirit
The rain that threatened all day finally began to fall for a few moments right as we signed the license, just a few soft drops, and then a double rainbow materialized for them, framed by the Sandia mountains at dusk. Little crying Greek women drew me aside to tell me that it was the most moving ceremony they had ever been to, that it was my calling, and a colorful mountain hippy girl told me she would like to hire me to be the permanent minister in the ancient church she is renovating on South 14. An aging queen with giant ear piercings told me he heard every word. I said I was glad the mic had worked. "No, " he said,"I. Heard. Every. Word." Ah. I danced and drank and laughed with these two wonderful families and thier crazy friends until the sun was about to rise, and I have never seen a happier bunch.
In fact, every friend I I saw this weekend, and even my own eccentric relatives, are all happier that I have ever seen them, no matter what changes they are facing, no matter what hardships have fallen upon them to get them to where they are.
And as for whether I have found my calling, it doesn't seem so yet. I told the Editor that I wished it was as simple as just settling on one thing that I liked and just doing that thing. The response?
"Now, why in the world would you have to do that?"