As I was flying over the Bay to land in San Francisco Airport from my Colorado visit of 20 days, I realized that San Francisco is still not my home. I have been trying to make it home since last October 9. I have to give it more time. But for now, Colorado is still so easy and comfortable for me. It is a good fit. But I lived there for many years and did a lot of work, made friends, and felt the love. In San Francisco I help out at other parishes and am the “visiting priest.” I do little in our tiny Paulist parish that is on life-support. Not much to do as we have a plethora of priests here for mass and so on. I think that whenever I start teaching in this town it will begin to feel at home. I help out at other parishes, looking for a parking lot, a room to teach in and heat. Our Paulist parish has none of these things. Time is my friend. I am optimistic. Like a farmer.
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I love your spirit and patience, Father Ryan. You are a beacon of light, always, and you are so loved. ❤️
ReplyDeletemaybe come back to colorado for good.
ReplyDeleteWe would love to have you back in Colorado. I lived in San Jose and came to church at St. Mary’s. I miss a lot about California but there is nothing like the Boulder flatirons.
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