part one: the journey of merely beginning to take leave...

Photo courtesy of St. John's archives

I'm finally in a place where I can say it. We're leaving. Moving. Painfully closing a chapter of intense joy & surprising blessing here. Expectant hope hums for the beginning of such there. I won't go into the grief part. But the journey through that black forest does now see leaping light -- a counter intuitive jump into the arms of faith: it's not about me...therefore, something greater is left behind and awaits ahead.

Not sure there's yet adequate words for the moment. For now, perhaps a pictorial excursion will perhaps speak to the breadth of the journey to come.

Looking into the York Crypt. Enough said.

York station. Ready to board. Not quite.

View from Paris hotel room. Passing cars reduced to streaks.
Light years...

The pastoral view out the door of C.S. Lewis's church in Oxford. Centered.

The way down from St. Sulpice choir loft. Hanging up my organ shoes, but always on some musical journey...

Perspective: Cathedral floor through organ loft stained glass.

Myself as mystic traveler...?