Spring has sprung…

I find myself on the cusp of a new season, it seems. The bulk of my institutional contributions necessary for the year is completed. With more success than I anticipated, I might add. An article has been submitted for publication, which is the intent of our ‘fallow semesters’, to focus our faculty efforts on research and writing. I can feel some anticipation for a summer of online teaching, smattered with monthly outings for post-mountain integration and grounding in communal silence, creativity. And this morning, I sit with my cup of decaf coffee—having had my allotment of caffeine for the day—listening to birdsong, smiling as my heart-companion Nala snoozes on her couch in my loft-office-space, and my beloved Brian prepares to begin his day.

And Outlander Season 8 Episode 8 has dropped! I suspect the final episode will not drop until May 15th, skipping a week for added anticipation’s sake. I am ready for that narrative to conclude, though I will begin a rewatch of the whole thing early this summer.

On the horizon, some continued explorations beckon… What will the Loder retrospective begin to feel like, I wonder? Will the CrossFit-Spirituality essay find its wings? What does this new season at my own seminary feel like a year out from the Board/Faculty rupture and dear-colleagues’ departures? I wonder…