I haven’t blogged lately, but I’m still here; still writing.
Over the past months I’ve used this platform to process and share my grief journey after Evan’s tragic accident. Grief remains, but it demands less of me lately, and I don’t experience the same compulsion to share.
I do write elsewhere. In addition to journaling, I write occasionally for a catechists publication called Catechetical Review and am currently working on an article for them entitled “Radically Available”. I also do some theological editing and writing for Proclama Mi Alma and for Blessed is She. And I joined a writing group at Word on Fire institute and have received helpful feedback from that group. I hope to, someday, craft an essay good enough to be published in their Culture & Evangelization journal.
In a non-writing pursuit, I practice plucking my harp’s strings; though my progress is barely perceptible. I advise those who want to learn to play a musical instrument. If you enjoy learning and music, just do it.
Late last month Doug and I flew to Minnesota, then drove to South Dakota to lead a retreat for deacons and wives and aspiring deacons and wives from the Diocese of New Ulm. The highlight of the trip for me was a long overdue visit with my brother Chip and his grown children and grandchildren, including my niece Claire and her family with whom we spent a couple of nights.
A couple weeks later we traveled to Phoenix where Doug did some consulting with his friends at the Diaconate Office.
Recently, our son Christopher, and grandchildren Dom, Sophia, and Avila quietly focused on a role playing game around our dining table near while I wrote.
There are no words to describe how good it is to have them here, to be able to offer a snack, to see them smile at my silly jokes.
Though I miss Phoenix, I’m so very grateful that we’re making our home here.
Inundated with Love 