Absence of Presence or Presence of Absence?
I've just spent the weekend on retreat with twenty or so women from my church (a.k.a. "St. Paul and the Redeemers," as the retreat center signs identified us). I wish that I could gush about what a moving experience it was for me, but truth be told, I don't feel "moved," just calm (as well as tired!). It may be in part that I managed to volunteer myself to lead one of our discussions (on "decluttering," no less; our theme was "abundance"), so more or less by default I was less likely to be surprised by what we talked about as such. But I am not sure that this is the most important lesson here. I could have been "moved" by having to lead the discussion and, this time a year ago, most likely would have been. But in a bad way: moved to anxiety about whether what I said was important, or stirring, or challenging enough. Moved by my ego to worry about the impression I made. And yet, while I do have some regrets about how I h...