As I change from the life of parish ministry to a live in the supportive housing industry I am aware of how this transition is filled with so much, especially as it happens in the midst of the findings, across Canada, of the un-honoured remains of children who went to residential schools.
The Spring and Summer this year have changed places ... Spring came along hot and heavy without the usual rains, and summer in turn has brought us so much rain that finding a dry day to even mow the lawn feels challenging. The pressing humidity also feels like the pressing heaviness of the transitions, the news, the becoming that seems to be underway.
I don't know where the start point was. I don't know where the end point will be ... but this weekend I am making a commitment to myself that is two part:
- to backfill entries here as a means of reflecting on the journey that has brought me to this time of transition.
- to keep writing and posting, as much as I can muster, as a means of reflecting on the new steps being taken, the new life being formed in, with and through me.
Thanks be to God.
