Sylvia's Journal

I have no time this morning to read all the previous 10 entries for the 14th of the month as I usually do. The last day of the conference has arrived and there is much, too much to do for such an indulgence. It will have to wait for later this day, when we get back home.

The biggest joy of yesterday was having Sita ‘scribe’ my session on MSH’s leadership program. I marvelled how she turned my words into this awesome storyboard.. And then of course introducing her to people here who mean so much to me and who feel they know Sita (and Tessa) from Caringbridge. They are part of the grander family without even knowing it.

Our evening talent show, our last evening together before we part ways later today, is a longstanding OBTC tradition. It was phenomenal this year, with talents ranging from stand up comic, cowboy yodeling, opera, magic on rhyme, skits. I somehow managed to produce my chronicle of the conference in poetic form. I am now expected to do this, so I was put on the program before the conference started. There’s always a lilttle bit of anxiety; will I be able to do this again this year? I first started to write a poetic chronicle in 2002 and somewhere along the line it became a tradition. I have fun collecting the impressions and then turning them into verse.

An now it is time to go see the doctoral students who have created a workshop session out of their learning earlier this week; that too has become a tradition, as well as me having to run because I still have to have breakfast and it is late.

And in between events I will think back on those eleven months that have passed and all the people who helped make it pass so well for us.