1-1-2020

The last four or five days have had a kind of liminal feel to them: It's not been fully 2019, but as of yet not really 2020; Morning Prayer is later these days, and yet the ministry hours continue, although shorter; the sisters are not all here, yet they came drifting in from home visits, throughout the mild Monday and rainy/snowy Tuesday; every Evening Prayer we remember Sisters Mary B. and Dorothy, yet their services are still to come; the reality of "celebrating" their lives and yet mourning their loss. An in between time indeed.

I wrote a haiku for our youngest postulant whose birthday is January 1. Here it is--in the traditional 5-7-5 format.

Nine are ninety plus,

The rest come decades behind.

One: twenty-seven.