I came home early, a couple of days ago.
I took Purple's much-appreciated notes about spaciousness and freedom with me, but such was not to be.
I realize I have written little about my inner religious life in this blog. Perhaps someday I will. It may be the one and only thing I have to contribute to the dialogue concerning ministry to the badly wounded.
I have read a great deal about survivors of suicide in the last year, and some about those who have contended with the loss of a child, but precious little of the material is about spiritual survival. Struggles in the mental, emotional, pyschological, practical arenas ~ those are the areas most covered. In fact, one author I read commented on how mysterious it seemed to her that suicide survivors so often mention the sense of abandonment by God as one of the most prevalent features of their newly inhabited landscape ~ and then glided blithely onto the next topic.
I'll post some pictures soon. It was beautiful, up there where I was. But the silence was too silent.