Who in my land can ever forget the week that was, from the 19th to the 24th of November 2022?
A week of learning the earth-moving lesson that when the call to radical trust comes, one must walk blind. One must pray with the communion of saints for it will be almost impossible to hold on to prayer when the winds are tearing at you, and you will need the saints’ help. One must hope against hope, even as each passing hour brings news upon news, shattering and shattering everything within us.
A week that taught me that when we cross the Jordan, it is the tearing winds that we must beware.
For these are winds fed by an evil that abhors peace and hope. Each time we give up and give in to disappointment, we feed satan. And each time we feed satan, he raises the winds in violence against us, dashing us upon rocks, till we are no more.
Never feed satan, our angel lays the quiet caution into our hearts.
Oh, what a week! And the blessed angel led the way forward. Against the winds. Out of the gathering darkness.
We have crossed the Jordan to safety now, we have finally reached the shores. From days of the most violent of tumults to utter, absolute joy! Spring in Winter. As I close my eyes to draw breath, the old, old words from years back find me once more,
Cross the Jordan and you will find rest ~ St. Mary of Egypt
And now, il dolce far niente. The sweetness of doing nothing, St. Pio reminds me, his voice the freshness of spring in the gathering of winter’s cold.
Rest? But there’s so much to do.
And then, I see.
The geese are in the water now.
It is indeed time to rest.