Transitions

The problem with moving along in life is you have to leave behind people and places you love. One of the oddest features about being in Baltimore has been continuing to be the editor of the Wyoming Catholic Register - in many significant ways, I've never really BEEN here - I'm still there. I'm still hearing about, reading about, writing about the people and events I wrote about before. Once in a while I'm reminded of a reason not to be there, but mostly, I'm regretting not being able to be at the Wyoming School of Catholic Thought, or covering the new Catholic College, for example. I hear that I'm missed there, and I feel guilty for leaving. It may actually help me to totally BE in Trenton - to be surprised to see the latest Register when it arrives. It's time for the new editor to step out and sort things out for herself - as long as I'm involved, she won't be able to be her own person.

I'm thinking of this today, as I visited the Franciscan Monastery for probably the last time, although I may be able to go next week. It has been such an honor to assist them; it has been great and fascinating to get to know the friars. I've made some real friends there. I hope some day to get to go to the Holy Land, and working at the Monastery will give me a background and depth of knowledge that would make the trip more meaningful.