As I am at work wondering, what am I doing in/with my life and continue my discernment process–eventhough it isn’t official, here’s what i am thinking.
For a while now i have dreamed of opening something called “Tamara’s Living Room.” The concept:
I wake up–drive to some farmers or go to the farmer’s market in whatever city. Pick up some supplies, come back to the “restaurant” that looks like a living room and cook a simple meal. There would be two main dishes one veggie/vegan and one meat with a couple of side options, healthy dessert, and some general snackage. Dinner is ready around 4pm ish and people start to show up. I feed them, some folks may just need a cup of tea, a glass of wine, a beer or water. Others are hungry looking to eat. The entire meal will be by donation only. If you want dinner, it is served buffet style you pick up your plate, eat and then give something to cashier (it could be a penny or if you are ubber rich it could be $100). The space is set-up like a house. It would be the kind of thing where you can’t actually just sit with your group and you could come alone and still make a friend. The thing is there are no re-fills. Once the food is gone, it’s gone. And maybe once a week we have a dinner service like a St. Lydia’s kind of thing.
I’ve been watching a lot of TD Jakes and there was this one about changing the atmosphere. God is calling all of us to change the atmosphere of distrust and hate and contentious GREED. Well creating space around a table like the work of those folks at the “common table” is necessary. But its always a middle class White person that I see doing this work and there are plenty of people who aren’t middle class or White that need to feel comfortable as well. How can we create a spot for e’ry body? I think that is the kind of thing that I am being called to do. I tend to span a lot of cultural environments and I think it is possible to do something like this and for it to be pretty awesome.
I am starting to make connections within the diocese of Vermont and we’ll see what happens, but yeah I am scared. I feel more lost now that I know what I want to do than I did when I was first thought–I think I am supposed to be a priest. We’ll see how the process goes cause I also want to be a mom and a wife.
Giving up control—that’s what I’m supposed to do right?
Pursuing Call 