So I spend a couple hours transcribing minutes of a day-long meeting.  Actions to take, reminders to revise, requirements to clarify.  I wonder what it would be like to have meetings with God and take notes?

1. She recommends a more regular communication.  Discussion ensued about timing and method of this communication.  She says it is open.  Back to me.

2. I brought up the point that I need more self care, massage to ease the fortress wall in my back.  She noted that the resources were available and at hand, that all I need to do is make the call.

3.  I asked about all the rules that keep bothering me about what I should do in a relationship, or how I don’t make mistakes, or what I do if I want to escape and isolate.  She reminds me that it is an open field (no right or wrong), but that not choosing brings about a default decision.

4. It is brought up that there is no firm guidelines on how this relationship and life is to be handled.  She agrees.  There is much discussion on this point.

When the meeting is over, however, we have ice cream cones that drip all over our shirts while sitting in the sun and then go yell and scream at each other playing ping pong for hours.