I need some space. Being responsible for everything while John was in the hospital for three weeks has drained me. But how to get away? I call a pastoral counselor at the local hospital who might know about these things. He suggests two nearby retreat centers. Wisdom House has space next weekend, and Mercy Center has an opening in late August. I reserve both. And for the next 10 days I anticipate the weekend at Wisdom House. Rainer (5 years) and Cameron Jack (3 years) listen as I tell them I’m going away for three days, and John assures me that he’s recovered enough to care for the boys.
July 2000: Wisdom House
Appointments in Hartford consume the Friday hours, until around 4pm when I head west on Route 44 towards Litchfield. The beautiful afternoon sun with scattered clouds is still high enough that it’s not directly in my eyes, and the cloud shadows play across the trees. As I pull into the gravel parking lot, I am amazed at the size of the 3 story building. It’s an old convent. I find the door and make my way to the office, up the metal stairs from the basement to the main floor. I’ve been assigned a room on the 2nd floor and Sister Rosemarie guides me there, up the elevator and down to the end of the hall. The bathroom and showers are down the hall, and I set my bag down on one of the twin beds. Continue reading