First, a mystic, then a hermit. I have been a very old soul. Then a teenage hermit. Finally, almost out of my teens, a conversion experience of sorts, quietly came out as a human. I was inspired to be part of the Mystical Body of Christ and to live Gods presence in this oft times mean little world of ours.
With a valiant effort it has remained my endeavor ever since. Joined the Little Sisters. Left, life unfolded, evolved towards the Catholic Worker world in which I have remained, always at least in some part, in spirit, if not in body. Lived here and there, thither and yon. A free spirit? Restless? A pilgrim, hopefully not a pill or always grim. Had hopes for a number of wondrous things in my life, some happened, many have not.
Wound up in Europe for a time, came back to my homeland, giving myself permission to evolve back in part, into my hidy hole. Signed my own permit to hermit, communing with God so much more inviting than with humanity. A Worker, a baker, a candle stick lighter. Colorado, Virginia, back to old New York. Then a bakers dozen years of struggle and service. Struggle to survive, service of love, loving my parents. The struggle went past bearable and I sought a new journey on an old path. This time Francis instead of Foucauld, back to religious life. (((sigh))) Not the right path, but a sojourn.
Now, a return to struggle? I choose to try back to hope. Approaching sixty years on this long hard road, I am trying to be open again to make something good, something happy, God willing. I look around, so grateful for my companions, new opportunities, for old, dear friends and yes, my experiences up 'til now. I fall down, I get back up again. I choose daily to walk in the light, I do. I will continue to, on this perplexing dark planet, until God says "Enough now. Come home"
Grace and blessings abound.
