I started blogging for numerous reasons but in short, I wanted to be accessible to folks and also share and add my voice to the larger blogosphere. I did not anticipate that e-friendships could actually develop through blogging. I also did not anticipate that the blog would resonate with others in blogosphere. Thanks for reading, commenting, inquiring, pushing back, and simply, journeying…
But I have to admit, this is a little bizarre. Yesterday, this dude from Atlanta Nashville – ElderJ at Intersection – who I’ve never met but is on my blogroll and occasionally comments here had a dream about me – where I’m naked. Sorry. Bad joke. Anyway, anyone want to try to interpret this dream? Check out his blog and let me know if I need to get some sort of blogo-restraining-order.
Here’s the dream:
Last night, for some reason entirely beyond my cognitive ability to discern, I had a dream about meeting Eugene Cho, the two fisted blogging pastor from somewhere out west where I suspect it rains a lot. I have never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Cho (Cho Moksanim) except through the blogosphere. So here it is, as best I can recount it.
In the dream, I and Eugene are walking through what appears to be conference center of some kind, but which really looks like a student center on a college campus. As we walk I am explaining to him something about this “event” that we are apparently both a part of and which I am evidently in charge of coordinating. While walking through we pass by a number of rooms in which various student gospel choirs are preparing themselves for a concert. We also passed by one of my current student who I recognized only from the back of his head, as he was busy studying. Then (this is really weird) we passed by Wayne Park, who I have also never met, but who is sitting with his laptop typing something. Eugene greets him, and I am surprised they know each other, but say nothing as I remember that they do indeed know one another. All the time we’re walking, I keep thinking to myself, “Eugene is a lot shorter than I thought he would be,” and “Wow, his hair is really interesting.”
We finally arrive at “the room” where Eugene’s presentation is to take place. It is a very nice room set up amphitheater style with large red very modern sofa type seating arranged in a semi-circle. Eugene comments that it is just like his church, but I am confused because I thought his church met in some other kind of space, but again I say nothing. Of course I’ve never seen his church either. He leaves the room to go get some “equipment,” and I again wonder why he isn’t taller than I thought he would be. My last thought before waking? I really like this room.
And what’s up with the comments about my height and about my beautiful, full, black, curly hair. Don’t hate what you ain’t.