For the first time I notice the sound of the door closing behind me. I have been here before, of course. Among other things we call it itinerancy. We have all been there before, whatever we call it. Beginnings have endings embedded within them.
Endings make beginnings possible.
It is a universal mandala that we Christians embrace in joyful anticipation, even if the path to that day is watered with our tears. This routine seemed to be easier before. It is not only more difficult to let go of what came before, but also harder to embrace what lies ahead. Uncertainty knocks on the door. Then a mere whisper.