For the Next Few Days, I will post a series of journal entries I made on a retreat last winter. Every six months I try and take a few days away to regroup and focus on one spiritual master. Last year, it was The Cloud of Unknowing.
The snow came while the world slumbered, and the people of central Kentucky had braced for the worst. Winter advisories warned of inches, perhaps five or six: an unusual accumulation this far south. Last year, an ice storm blanketed the region cracking limbs, killing power, and shutting down society for half a week. But five inches of snow, that would be an event of a decade.
So when I heard of the looming forecast that coinciding with a weekend where wife and child were visiting grandma, I hurried for the Kentucky woods to a familiar Catholic retreat center. With large decisions on our life’s horizon, these two days would be the perfect chance to breathe deep and listen to the Mystery’s leading…