[I am in the office of the head of Holistic Theology. The room is large for an office, a big comfortable chair across from a long couch. Every surface is in calm, warm, neutral colors, and the furniture is soft plush that isn’t too casual. As I listen to a small bubbling fountain on a bookshelf along one wall, I am given the feeling of a therapist’s office rather than a bureaucratic official. It’s a change I welcome.
Before too long, Wren enters with an apologetic smile and a clipboard. They are tall, somewhat thin. Curly blonde hair over a slender face with big green eyes that smile as they sit in the big chair across from me. They’re wearing a taupe sweater that looks hand-knit, and their voice is calm and even, placing their clipboard on their lap.]
W] Hope you weren’t waiting too long. Meghan, was it?
M] Yes. Wren?
W] Mhm. Head of Holistic Theology for the Office.
M] I saw your division’s poster and I have…a
lotof questions.
