“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? / The world would split open.”
Poet Muriel Rukeyser

Saturday, February 06, 2010


I am in the process of living through a series of "last time"...the last time I will have lunch with this particular group of women clergy. The last time I will see this massage therapist. The last time I will see this acupuncturist. The last time I will take this walk. The last time I will make this drive. And so on.

Much of my energy has been focused on finding the date when we will move and thus establishing this cycle of "last time." Now that we have that date, and the truck has been ordered, and the packing is in full swing, the lasts are all happening too.

Yesterday I drove, for the last time, the beautiful back road desert drive, to my Spiritual Director's house. You may remember that my SD here is the same SD I saw for many years when I lived in Chicago. I began having monthly visits with her when I was in seminary, 15 years ago. We continued long after seminary and through my first two calls as a priest. Then, about five years ago she retired and moved west. We said our goodbye's and I supposed she was gone from my life, except for the occasional card or email now and then.

That is until I move out here too. Almost two years ago, to the day, I arrived in this desert SE area. And within about a month I was back to having monthly meeting with my SD. We picked up, after some three years, where we left off. I filled her in on all that had happened in my life and vocation. And over the last two years she has been a staple and a grounding force in an otherwise barren prickly place.

As I left her yesterday I gave her a hug and said, "Goodbye, for now." and then I said, "I suspect our paths will cross again, somewhere, someplace." She laughed and said "Yes, I suspect they will."

Somethings end. And some things last...