For a while now, especially since leaving the demobilization station and returning to 'civilization', I've had a persistent sense of how odd it is to be home again after two years on Active Duty.
It all seems vaguely dreamlike.
Dreamlike to be back here, and dreamlike to have been gone at all.
I'm telling people I feel not unlike Rip Van Winkle, as I struggle to remember directions to places I frequented with great regularity before I left on my latest two-year adventure.
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ