Now that I Know…
These are the words of my spiritual director, a radical priest who holds space in a small loft in Portland. I’m not a Catholic, but I trust this guy.
I’ve just weathered the traumatic accidental drowning of a friend and an addiction crisis with a family member. Both were situations requiring me to find the ground under my feet ASAP while at the same time surrendering to all the things I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. Other people’s needs seemed to dictate my days.
Now that I know, he said quietly.
What? I asked, leaning in.
What did you learn? What do you know now that you didn’t know before? He asked.
For a moment the overwhelm and fog lifted. Clarity. A felt sense of calm, a perspective. A way to move on.
