I woke up to snow-covered ground on Saturday morning, not a usual state of affairs for me given that LA is my home. I was in Providence for an Episcopal Diocesan convocation--i.e. a get together of clergy types to talk about stuff. I talked a bit about myths surrounding our shaping stories that set unnecessary limits on our futures--from things as simple as "well, it's always been this way," to other more complex social and cultural dynamics that come into play whenever we seek to understand our contexts. It was generally well received I think--some people weren't tracking as closely as others, but that's the way it goes. The Diocese of Rhode Island is tiny, sixty churches--but sixty churches in a state 60 miles long and 35 miles wide! So--too many buildings and not enough people--coming to terms with realities like this are de rigeur for any group attempting to remain viable in some form or another. I did challenge more than one person that their understanding of 'church' was principally from a bricks and mortar perspective, and as long as that is the principle view, there is little hope of getting anywhere, because sometimes, as hard as it is, given the emotional and social attachments given to spaces, you have to let them go and find others ways of connecting. I met a few lovely people who made my short time there more than comfortable. Providence is quite beautiful, made for walking around, great architecture, and lots of old stuff!