Sunday, March 27, 2011

Too much for words

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dear friends,

This weekend, modern means of transportation and a generous friend made it possible for me to re-visit places in which I lived as a child.

Tonight I am flooded with senses of many differing kinds of change. In this context, I am remembering a story (probably apocryphal) of a Native American tribe who would travel only so far then stop for a non-travel day in which they rested. They explained their practice by saying that the day of rest was necessary to in order for their spirits to catch up with their bodies.

I remain highly doubtful about the theology and the historical accuracy of this story. However, tonight I have no doubt about its psychological reality.

Home tonight, I have discovered that I have traveled too far in time and space for me to find language for thought. In order to write I must wait until my capacity to think and say catches up with my experience and the change it has brought.

Thinking about the need to process some kinds of change before we say the truth we've lived into.

See you next week.

Gay

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