And now, the summer cancellations have begun. The Wimbleton tennis tournament will get more publicity, but today I read the email that told me of the cancellation of June onground intensive for my certificate in spiritual direction. We will meet again in January of 2021, and we will keep reading our way through the book list.
Part of me is not surprised. I am surprised that the decision was made this early, but I know that there may be some larger issues of which I would be unaware. Or maybe it's out of an abundance of caution. There was also going to be a shift in oversight of the program, as the director was going to retire in July.
Now I guess we may not see him again. Or maybe he'll come back in January to say good-bye.
In the realms of losses, mine is a small one. It's a delay, after all, not an outright cancellation. I can wait an extra 6 months to get the certificate. I can keep doing the reading and stay connected in all the virtual ways we're creating/using now. I was not depending on this certificate to make a pivot to a new job.
I think of all the other gatherings this summer: what will be cancelled? Political conventions? Synod Assemblies? Church-wide gatherings? Summer camps? Conferences?
These are strange times we live in. I know that, but every so often, that knowledge hits me in the soft parts of my body, and I can scarcely breathe.
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