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dream_labyrinthThis morning, Mum and my sister and I went to the pentecost service at our old church in town, which also was the goodbye service for the pastor who did my sister's confirmation and who's been in that parish for as long as I can remember (due to the fact that he started working there the year I was born...)
We've been members of that parish for years, and yet there were so few faces we recognised. Partly that was because we couldn't see the choir and the orchestra, of which we know at least half the people, but also it was because a lot of people have moved in and others have moved away.
It still is very much an "intelligentsia" parish. I had to grin slightly when the youth group - where teens can go after confirmation - mentioned those evenings when they meet up and everybody brings an instrument and they play together. And the choir and orchestra did stuff from Händel's Messiah, and they had enough tenors for the tenor solo parts not to sound pitiful.
And I was overwhelmed by a desire for a more cultured environment than Hammelburg can ever manage to give me. They're too rural and too Catholic, which in combination amounts to being stubbornly proud of their narrowmindedness.
I've enjoyed the time spent with my family, the fact that I can say whatever comes to my mind without wondering whether my audience will understand what I mean. I hadn't realised how much I was used to toning down my usual conversation to avoid any kind of reference to history, mythology, and anything printed that goes beyond Dan Brown.
On the other hand, I'm in somthing of a hole right now.I'm eating too much chocolate, which is a sure sign of emotional wonkiness, I'm restless, I took days to read a single Dorothy Sayers novel.
I guess I really need to break out, to get away for a while, to do something completely different.
We've been members of that parish for years, and yet there were so few faces we recognised. Partly that was because we couldn't see the choir and the orchestra, of which we know at least half the people, but also it was because a lot of people have moved in and others have moved away.
It still is very much an "intelligentsia" parish. I had to grin slightly when the youth group - where teens can go after confirmation - mentioned those evenings when they meet up and everybody brings an instrument and they play together. And the choir and orchestra did stuff from Händel's Messiah, and they had enough tenors for the tenor solo parts not to sound pitiful.
And I was overwhelmed by a desire for a more cultured environment than Hammelburg can ever manage to give me. They're too rural and too Catholic, which in combination amounts to being stubbornly proud of their narrowmindedness.
I've enjoyed the time spent with my family, the fact that I can say whatever comes to my mind without wondering whether my audience will understand what I mean. I hadn't realised how much I was used to toning down my usual conversation to avoid any kind of reference to history, mythology, and anything printed that goes beyond Dan Brown.
On the other hand, I'm in somthing of a hole right now.I'm eating too much chocolate, which is a sure sign of emotional wonkiness, I'm restless, I took days to read a single Dorothy Sayers novel.
I guess I really need to break out, to get away for a while, to do something completely different.
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Date: 2009-05-31 05:33 pm (UTC)You touched on one of my major frustrations with being in the military, the lowest common denominator is pandered too, with being in a less than desirable location. You have to hide that you have an active brain to blend in.
If eating too much chocolate, makes sure its the good stuff.