Becoming

Becoming a gardener: I sometimes water my plants once a week, and I try to fill the watering can with water a day before so the fluoride/chlorine/etc can off-gas. I'm not growing anything. But I do have a mountain of peat-moss waiting to go into yet-to-be-built raised garden beds, and aspirations of getting a couple of truckloads of cheap mushroom manure. Spring will come only too soon.

Becoming strong: I did go rock-climbing with Sherry, Ian and Zachary once this fall, in the rain no less. And I went running, yes actual running where your lungs ignite, with Jason once. It was followed by four very long sets of planks (yes I'm as strong as my girls' soccer team workout training goal from 8 years ago!) and some drop-dead from exhaustion really quick faux-cycling ab decimation. Oh right but that was just once.

Remembering how to pray: Failing marvelously. I read Too Busy Not To Pray by [Bill Hybels perhaps?], back in the summer and listened to a number of good sermons by Billings Vineyard. Anyway, both inspired and assisted me in praying more, for a little while... Having my Mom decline with cancer was also motivating to pray, even having her die led me to step out in praying for her to rise from the dead with more faith than I have ever had before. She didn't rise though, but that's not why my praying has dropped off. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm 'too busy'. Let's come back to this later.

Listening for and to God each day: As marvelous as above.

Becoming handy, creative and constructive: I was contemplating life while driving home late a few weeks ago after a Cohousing meeting and I decided that I am addicted to complexity. This addiction has gotten me into debt, both literally, and in amounts of obligatory work I am buried beneath. I am painfully, and expensively, and slowly gaining skill and experience, probably depression more than confidence, and my artistic envisioning side is bruised but very alive. A better approach might have been to switch careers and learn these things with other people, while getting paid, but that was taking too long and would have been too easy, which wouldn't allow me to indulge in my addiction.

Being social: Not enough to feel alive. I still say yes to things, because otherwise I might disappear, so I went to Connor's birthday party, and went to our neighbour's son's birthday party, and a coming home party for our neighbour's parents. But it's probably a bad sign when I start thinking things like, what's the big deal with death any way? So many people in my life might as well be dead for how much I see them (do you see the selfish patterns of the world revolving around me in this thought?) I still measure friends by how many phone calls and subsequent visits I get, and that means I have close to none. Instead of calling people on my own, I put in 9-10 hour days at school trying for perfection, come home and deal with home renos badly in the no-remaining daylight and cold, and try to pitch in with cooking, or at least making breakfast plus smoothies for my pregnant wife. How could my artistic side ever wane when God does awesome art like babies inside women?

Scripture speaking: It has. It's just hard to remember because my Mom died one month ago today, and it's been quiet since.

I remember telling Sherry and Andy that it was incredible how much support our family had with my Mom. But I remember last year when Trevor's Mom died, I just called him and came over to be there. So I helped sort through photos for a slideshow and got to give Trevor a hug of course. I got lots of emails saying, if you need anything let us know. Which is nice, but not what I needed. I needed people calling and coming over. So Andy took me out mini-golfing and bought me lunch. Nice huh? At my Mom's funeral, after the service, the family walked around the building to avoid the crowds and had first dibs at the snacks, which is all very perfunctory but I skipped the snacks and went straight back for the crowds, and skipped hand shakes and gave everyone hugs.

With renos practically going backwards and no offers of help except from my Dad now and then, I feel like quitting Cohousing, which feels like betrayal to me. I don't have time or energy for it now, but I like those people and Cohousing itself is a solution for so much of what's wrong with me right now.

I'm wait-listed for back-to-back school terms. I'm 5th in line and apparently that means I have a reasonable chance of getting in as a result of people over-spending during Christmas and dropping out to work it off. I'm not sure I necessarily care either way. If I can find some work doing finishing for those two months I'd make some money and learn something new and have a bit of a schedule switch which is always refreshing.

OK back to work. I must go cut a hole in my ceiling so that I can access the piping to my hose-bib (outdoor faucet), which while extending to prep for adding the foam, I snapped off. So stupid. My Dad called a plumber who he used to work with at Nortel who said he'd come by and look at it if I cut a hole in my ceiling. I had to snap it off though. Otherwise it would have been less complicated. I just can't get enough.

What do I want to become

So, my friend Kirk brought up that our house church could actually start to progress with some of the ideas we had started to throw around about church. Right...

House church has been kind of drifting too (I had a picture of our church with a line from a Matt Good song: "I'm just a boat on the ocean, I'm just a ship lost at sea." with the missing, "wind of the spirit fill the sails of my soul, send us on Lord."

My craving, as far as learning at church goes, is to pick a few things, say four each year, and go deep with them. Come at them from different angles. And please spare me weekly, or even biweekly long lectures. They don't teach me, they asleep me. I need interaction, and most importantly I need action. It needs to become practical quickly. And then we need to practice. And practice some more. And keep practicing until it's normal. Until it's routine. Until it's unstoppable and won't fade away.

And so I put this idea forward to our house church and Kirk took it and actually came up with some very personal, and fantastic, and inspiring options for growth. I got excited. What do I want to become?

I want to become a gardener. I want to grow vegetables, and herbs, and berries, and trees. I want to play in the dirt.

I want to become strong. I want to run and climb, and jump, and hike, and bike, balance and stretch.

I want to remember how to pray all day. I want to take celtic prayers (a prayer for each activity). I want to become prayerful.

I want to listen for and to God each day. I want to overcome fear of silence, and getting it jumbled and wrong, and ignoring him. I want to become prophetic.

I want to become handy, creative, and constructive. I want to tackle house projects and renos. I want to gain skills and experience, and confidence, and art.

I want to remember how to be a friend to more than just one. I want to save my poor extroverted spirit who shrivels trying to become all these other things alone.

I want to remember that scripture can be alive. I want it to speak to everything I become.

Guacamole, Daylight & Friends: Pleasure

Sherry's "finishing her chapter" before we go to bed (there must be only two chapters in that book). So I hopped on the computer to read Faye's blog I noticed her working on the other day. There were in fact two posts. I also read Rachel's, and now I feel compelled to write my own.

I suppose a lot has changed since I was house shopping with Sherry last year. I don't know how much time I have to write this blog; Sherry could, after all, decide to get tired and not finish the book, I mean chapter. So what to include? Let me start with now and work backwards.

Right now, I just finished working on a Roof Material Estimating Calculations module. I'm in my 2nd year Carpentry apprenticeship 8 weeks of school. I just finished week 4. In 4 weeks I must return to work. Return to what work? Well, I'll probably go back to framing with Kyle - well probably not directly any more. I'll be running a crew now. Is this exciting news? Well, not really. In many ways it's disappointing. I'm still framing. It feels like the necessary denouement to my framing career. I've 'run things' while Kyle's been on vacation. But now it will be running things all the time. It scares me, because there are often bad things that arise while framing, and they are stressful to work around. You encounter other people's mistakes and have to compensate. You make mistakes and have to fix them. Your crew makes mistakes and you have to have them fix them. These sorts of things happen all too often and steal all the fun out of work. Then comes the complicated problem-solving opportunities that I always seem to take too much time thinking through. Mainly they go something like:

1. Don't screw this up like that other time Nolan

2. Hmm what if I did it like this?

3. But what about...

4. Agh this is taking too long and I'll screw it up even after all this deliberation - just do it!

Yes, often those were all vocalized - just to make sure I look crazy.

Then comes the tools-not-working setbacks and the weather wreaking havoc.

And it becomes oh so difficult to focus with all the mental multi-tasking of directing and teaching other people and trying to coordinate tasks efficiently, while making sure we have the right materials.

So, can I do it?

God I hope so. If only until November.

It will be good, it will be another step in 'growing up'.

Growing up, by the way, has come to mean attaining the right to say, "yes I can do that."

To honestly say those words, usually involves having struggled to learn how to do that once already, and succeeded.

Back to the disappointing part. I don't feel very fulfilled building houses that don't measure up to the potential I've discovered they can be. I'm not saying I only want to build million dollar houses. I'm saying I want to build sustainably. Sadly I will be working on Sable houses. Maybe that's necessary. Maybe it's better this way. It might be good to learn how to run a crew while working on quick and easy cookie cutters. In the future, when the economy picks up and Builders are looking for crews, I can slide over to working with a Jayman or an Avalon on Built Green houses. But that doesn't seem likely. I have fingers that have degenerated into miserable imposters for Canadian-raised appendages. I can't frame in the winter.

That's not a bad thing, because there are so many other pieces to building a house that I want to learn. Owning a house has only accelerated that need. Everywhere I look I now wish I could say, "I can do that."

If I didn't have quite so loyal a personality, I would just go find jobs in all the various trades for 3 months to get a basic understanding of each. Except that even if my loyalty didn't suck me into 6 year stretches, my quest for excellence in craft would.

Home renovations are intimidating. We have a tight budget (even if we didn't I'd still be shrewd and forever looking for more bang for my buck) and I have lofty ambitions. This generates the "all labour by me" factor in the equation. Which you might connect from the long ramble before this, will translate into stress as I fumble my way through the learning curve, and a gigantic magnet for the sucker in me who wants to find out how to excavate down to the footing, cut holes into the foundation, throw 4-7" of EPS foam on the exterior, enclose the chimney piping, move, expand, create, and replace windows and doors, complete with drywall and casing work, remove, trim and reattach soffit, install Hardi-plank siding, have an HRV system installed, finish the ceiling and top rim of a shower, install insulation stops in the roof, add more ceiling insulation, redo attic accesses that will properly seal air tight, build terraced window wells, engage in faux-painting techniques and finish in time to get busy on the yard work I have planned: Plant a few trees, build raised garden beds, and an elaborate garden. Then I'll rest up until I feel the need to frame in a closet in the bedroom downstairs and install cork flooring in the basement and the upper bedrooms, and pour a stamped concrete patio in the back, with a stone wall maybe.

So, call me slightly ambitious, or stupid.

I continue to get more and more complicated with my eating and cooking habits. I'm slightly ambitious in my quest for delicious and healthy food too. I'll save you the list though.

I've left behind past ambitions. I haven't gone skiing once yet, and haven't made any plans to do so. I haven't been climbing in almost a year. I never started dance lessons. I've lost old disciplines. I don't work out. I don't read the bible. No lectio divinas.

My Mom has cancer, and before Christmas I'd cry every day and pray for her. 2010, it's almost set into being normal, but every few days it will still hit me. My goal is to see her once a week, and even that feels weak.

Most of the time it feels like I'm trying my best. I still look for and appreciate wonderful things. Guacamole, daylight, an evening with friends. I'm quite sure it's those beautiful tastes, sights, and connections that keep life abundant. God deserves a lot of thanks. Sometimes I remember how it's easier than I think to be close to him. Other times all I can find is how hard it is to pin him down on demand.

His love is unfailing, and mine is persevering.