I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve been otherwise occupied by a number of things. To say the least.
The first semester here at school was extremely busy and the work spilled over into my “free time” all the time. If we volunteers weren’t teaching, grading, or getting lesson plans together, we were busy helping with fundraisers, sitting in meetings, or conducting parent-teacher conferences. All part of teaching, but a little over the top. So, Christmas break was indeed a welcome break. And then there was the depression that set in somewhere around Thanksgiving, followed by feelings of regret, stupidity, and the usual self-pity party (I haven’t thrown a party like that in years!). Then my grandmother died January 19th. So I went home to mourn with my family, clear my head and do some discerning.
Discernment. I’ve developed a distinct distaste for that word. I’m not too crazy about the process, either. It’s hard work, it takes time, and it requires that I examine my inner self, accept it, and then make choices that will change my life.
In 2008 I entered a period of religious discernment. It led me to the Adrian Dominicans and, after a year of formation, I became an Associate in November of 2009. This process was emotional, but in the end I enjoyed the process and learned a lot about myself. It also helped me to deepen my prayer-life, and in turn, my trust in God’s will for me. In the fall of 2014 I once again entered a period of discernment. This time the process was not what I would call enjoyable; in fact it was pretty painful. In the end I totally uprooted myself and moved to New Mexico to serve the Jicarilla Apache children of Dulce. The kids are great! The people, the mountains, the environment, and even the snow are all wonderful, but in the end this mission is not a good fit for me. It isn’t what I’ve found or experienced here, but what is missing here that has caused me to begin the process of discernment once again.
What’s missing at my current stop are not the material things like a local Starbuck’s, high-speed internet, or the beach. I am missing time for the things that keep my spirituality healthy like regular mass with a priest and access to the sacraments, time for reflection and contemplation, time for my artwork, time for inspirational reading, time for online & on-pavement activism, and time to spend with my Creator.
Is it possible that the more I go through the process of discernment, the more painful it becomes? Or is it that my past discernments have been false? Perhaps I’m simply on a journey that requires a series of stops along the way.
Discernment: It’s a bitch, and she’s biting my butt again.