Every year when I go to the Sunstone Symposium, I feel like I am going to the Isle of Misfit Toys.
Remember that place in the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Christmas special? The place where you could find a train with square wheels, a fish who flew, a polka-dotted elephant? You can find all those types of people at Sunstone. The ones that just don't quite fit in, in your typical ward. They're feminist, or pacifist, gay, polygamist, mystic, or they have quite a LOT of food storage. Or they might just talk a little too much, or think too much, or know more than the average Mormon about Church history.
I don't want to paint the Sunstone crowd as too outlandish. After all, what's really the matter with a jack-in-the-box named Charlie? But I am really, really, happy to be able to go to a place where there are so many fascinating, interesting, dancing-to-a-different-drummer folks. It's going to be fun to hear them play their one note on the keyboard, to listen to their research and their frustrations, to have lunch and to greet old friends and to sing along with Ardean! I'm excited to meet my blogging friends and my internet friends and some others I only see once a year, at this event. It's a place I feel right at home.
I'm leaving in a few hours for Utah. Hope to see you there!
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