Tuesday, February 3, 2009
When I come to San Francisco, the Paulists at the rectory say, "Welcome home." When I go to Boulder, the people at the church rectory say, "Welcome home." When I go to the Trappist Monastery each summer the monks say, "Welcome home." Each place feels like home in some way, and yet I feel at times that I have no real home here on earth. I am rooted in several places and yet in no one place. Because I do not try to hold onto any one place, I feel a certain freedom to open myself to home being in God, and ultimately beyond the grave. It does have its sadness. All letting go has its own sadness. Sadness is an emotion that comes with abandonment to God. Contemplative prayer is my way of spending some time at "home" with God.