Where do I begin?
A year of life has passed.
It doesn’t matter where you’re at,
times still pass
Whether you’re on this side,
Or that side,
A day ahead
A day behind
Time still passes.
As I grow older this reality smacks me in the face
repeatedly.
Well lets start where we left off, this last year in
Grahamstown, South Africa at the Holy Cross monastery has been absolutely
amazing for so many reasons. I’ve spent
so much time alone in prayer keeping myself company and meeting some incredible
people. The spiritual formation that has
occurred is unreal. I did a great deal
of learning about the person who I am, what drives and motivates me. I’ve gotten in touch with where my passions
lie, and having to improvise when all of the outlets for my passions are taken
away and I’m in a completely new context.
Having to learn how to ignite my own flame when there are no external
stimulations.
Please believe that this was not easy, when doing
intrapersonal work sometimes it feels like its an uphill battle, and right as
you are about to make it to the plateau you loose your footing and slip further
down than where you started. There were times during this last year where I
fell deep down into myself. And would
have frankly been stuck for much longer than I was had it not been for the
people around me. It is said that God
makes presents Himself in groups of people.
That is because the more different people there are the fuller image of
God we see. Life is about living with
people in community. Living with Monks
who take life long vows with one of the cornerstones of those vows being
community living, its hard not to let a little of that intentionality of being
in community rub off on me.
During my time in Grahamstown I have met some truly
remarkable people, who have truly remarkable amounts of courage and
strength. The staff and faculty of the
school became my family, the school has
4 teachers and 5 other staff members. The
Brothers (monks) of course were always there to support me and be a wise
supportive presence when I needed help digesting. The children, oh the children,
they can see into your soul, and unlike adults children aren’t afraid to
comment on what they see. I can always count on the children to lift me up and
keep me energize or to call me out when im being a diva J Away from the monastery out in Grahamstown or
around the country I also met people my own age who come from completely
different, some time similar, backgrounds than I do. It is inspiring to think that people who are
from the opposite sides of the world could have so much in common and can love
on each other so hard.
So welcome back to my blog to find out how its been
going. It’s been a while since we last
spoke. Know that I have been trying to
get in touch with the authentic experiences and circumstances that make these
previous and following blog post come to life.
Very much love,