I feel neither here nor there… as if I’m crossing from one life to another.
This is my last week at St. Saviour’s and it’s a hard one. So many goodbyes, so many “lasts.” Last choir rehearsal, last Sunday service, last contemplative prayer group, last time to play the instrument that I know so well, and on and on.
In the midst of these boundary days we took a short trip to Grand Manan, a Canadian island in
was a chance to rest, be quiet and gather our wits before the final farewells
and packing. Coming back into Maine, at the border
crossing, I just fell apart when the guard said “Welcome home.”
In two short weeks we will be on our way to
Maryland and a new
life. We have a new house and I have
already begun to choose music for my new job.
I wonder what it will feel like on that side where it’s too late to turn
Grandson Zev visited recently, with his parents, and it was a confirmation of our plans to move closer to them. Thank you, Spirit.