Kate Winters, “Dwelling in Presence,” September 22, 2023

On the cusp of a new season, I open a new journal and begin to write. Why is it so hard to lay ink down on this page? It feels like having a chance for a new beginning and not wanting to mess it up. A new journal, a new season, a new stage of my life. Fall begins tomorrow. I have no doubt that it is ushering me into the autumn of my life.

Perhaps I have been here for a while now, but something has changed. I feel a new sense of acceptance. Certainly, I am no longer young, no hint of the eager star performer I was as a child. I have left behind the promising youthful scholar I was in graduate school. I only have fond memories of the gently radical Catholic minister and preacher I was in my late thirties and early forties called the “Woman Chaplain” at the University of Wisconsin Catholic Center. But I no longer have her stamina or the need to reform the entire Roman Catholic Church.
I continue to embrace my ordination in the United Church of Christ, but after twenty-three more years of pastoring local churches, I have retired from that role. I don’t think it is everything that I am any more. My gaze has simulteously become more inward and more cosmic in scope.

I am definitely moving into a new phase, with new priorities and more subtle energies. What I do know is that I will take all that I love into this new season. My incredible partner Joel, who continues to make every step of our journey together more joyous. A continuing desire to teach and to learn. A yearning for God which has always been the deepest thing about me, and the most honest. As I look up, a spectacular half moon surrounded by a soft mist is shining down on me. The journey into autumn is nothing without the holy mystery of it all. I am blessed.