Home again, home again, jiggidy-jig

I got home today from Holy Cross Monastery in West Park, New York at 2 p.m.

Holy Cross is an Episcopal Monastery--yes, beloved, Episcopalians have monks and nuns.

It was perhaps the 40th Making a Difference Workshop I've helped lead.

I think it might be my last.

I'm getting old and noticed I wasn't as sharp on some of the parts as I used to be. And my knees making walking up stairs hard.

I plan to email Ann, our executive director, to let her know this week.

But this group, I told them at the end, was if not the best, one of the three best groups I've helped to lead.

It was very diverse--three rabbis (two of them women), 5 black folks, a psychologist, a nurse and folks from several denominations from Roman Catholic to Baptist.

And they were great!

So many questions, so many comments, so much excitement.

A good group to have be my last.

But it is so good to be home.

I missed Bern and our dog, Brigit, so much.

I am home again...home again...praise the Lord.