My husband has spent this week
phoning multiple people – furnace guy, septic company, oil company,
general contractor, architect, municipality, township, tax people, basement guy, the person who got Phase One done,
the company that actually did the study, and the window guy. We will need to
redesign the plumbing and wiring and maybe install a second bathroom while
we’re at it. The good news is that the person who did the Phase One study is happy to re-do it for us at a discount (we can't piggyback onto the original one), and he will include the soil sampling in it so that we don't require a Phase Two. And it sounds like rezoning will be fairly
straight-forward. We hadn’t thought to rezone yet, but if the ducks are in a
row and people are open and active now, maybe we’d better go ahead and strike
while the iron’s hot. I want to add residential zoning but also keep the
institutional zoning so that we can run workshops and retreats, like a
community centre. I envision throwing big suppers in the basement again, or
setting up tables on the lawn and serving people there.
There is something about a church
that makes you drop your voice and tiptoe. Even without the pews and trappings,
the sanctuary has a hush about it, a feeling of blocking the world out and the
quiet in. I don’t think people have enough silence in their lives. There is
always something going on---voices, cars, planes over head, phones, computers,
air conditioning, TV, the hum of the fridge. The brain is always tuned in and
the ears are always alert. My husband and I discussed whether people would be
willing to buy quiet. Come on retreats where they are allowed
to sit still and do nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. No technology, no
distraction. There are days I would pay handsomely for that myself. (Well, I guess I have, in fact, done just that.)
It's all sounding more hopeful and
less depressing now, and the anxiety forming a ball in my stomach is starting
to loosen. It’s still going to cost a fortune, but at least it sounds like it’s
doable. I can still belong, one day, to this marvelous landscape. And I can be a steward to this little church.
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