These days I feel less like a wise elder and more like a frightened child who trusts in a loving Parent who identifies with both my sorrows and aspirations.
I aspire to have the temperament of my old GPS. If I ever went astray on my journey, like the voice of a gentle spirit, she would simply say, “recalculating.”
Like the commuter trains that rumble just below the meetinghouse, already during my short tenure as Friend in Residence I sense the rumblings of Spirit.
These are the rumblings and ramblings of the current Friend in Residence at Atlanta Friends Meeting. These are the musings of someone in vocational discernment and transition. These are the reflections of a witness to a love that crosses borders.