Don't know where to start except to say, this has been an adjustment to say the least. We haven’t updated the blog in about a month for several reasons. One of those being, we don’t really know what to say. So, we’ll just tell you where we are emotionally. This has been hard. Rather than feeling like an adventure, we feel like strangers in a strange land. We have no place of center, or what Richard Rohr calls ‘home’. Metaphorically speaking this seems to mirror more what the desert fathers and mothers considered the desert to be. Don’t get us wrong, we have had moments of excitement and adventure as our Instagram chronicles have portrayed. We’ve had the opportunity to explore three great cities: Madison, Milwaukee, and Chicago. We have seen some of the most unrecognized and beautiful countrysides in the US. It has been so fun exploring these new places with the kids, but as a family we are having a difficult time finding our center. We feel the best way to define this current experience is, “threshold”, a transition piece. I think that is a very okay place to be, the difficulty is learning how to be in that place.
In fact, Richard Rohr, says, “...the crossover points...” in life are “...kind of a necessary suffering”. It is in this place where it seems the journey is about “stumbling over stumbling stones, and lots of shadowboxing”. It is the place where one finds a “gnawing desire for ‘ourselves’, for something more.” We could have waited or painted a much prettier picture, but hey, we’re all humans. We know how life goes, and we know when one embarks on an unknown journey, it never goes exactly how one plans. Every popular and ancient narrative betrays this truth. It’s what draws us into the best stories. The tension between what is and what our hearts speak to us. The fight to shape what should be out of what is. The struggle between engaging and being absorbed. But this is where growth happens.
A part of the poem, As Kingfishers Catch Fire, seems an appropriate way to close out this short update:
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;
Deals out the being indoors each one dwells;
Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying “what I do is me: for that I came.”
If you seem to find yourself in this place in life, a sort of unquenchable longing, a homelessness, or a lostness, we’d love to hear about it. We’d also love to recommend a couple of good resources (and in return like your recommendations as well): Falling Upward and The Hero’s Journey