Or: How many boxes do we need?

(For UCL Newsletter, August 2017)

            I am looking at a stack of boxes.  Boxes that I have assembled, but not yet filled with our kitchen.  In anthropology a liminal time is a time in which the subject is not what they were, and not yet what they will be.  I am writing this column in a liminal moment:  I finished my position at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation at Shelter Rock at the end of June, and begin at the Unitarian Church of Lincoln on August 1.  There has been a lot of transition in the month of July, and I’ve been reflecting on the successes and challenges of ministry on Long Island, and looking forward to the possibilities in Lincoln.

            Life for Stacie and I right now involves a lot of cardboard boxes.  By the time you are reading this we will have packed up the apartment, driven a moving van to Nebraska, closed on a house, unpacked, and I hope started to settle in to Lincoln.  For now though, there are empty boxes waiting to hold blenders and slow cookers.

            Summers are so often liminal- we might be starting at a new school in the fall, contemplating retirement, or just taking a few days off to relax before the start of the coming year.  My hope for you –and for myself- that we can take a breath in the midst of the inbetween times in our lives, and appreciate all the possibility they bring.  I’ll see you in a few weeks,