BYM=The annual gathering of Quakers from Baltimore Yearly Meeting, which happens in Frostburg, MD, not Baltimore (sorry Bruce Garrett) and involved Friends from Maryland and elsewhere..
I stand on the train platform in Hartford to begin the journey which will take me about eight hours.
On Saturday I returned home from a similar length journey when I flew to NYC from London . On both ends of that trip queer Quakers saw me off or met me. That helps stave off the detached lonliness that can accompany me on these trips. Spending time with Auntie Doris, Steve, Jon, Esther, Ruth Ann, William and Ken gave me the sense that I was home even when I was far away and raises for me the question "What is home?"
I awoke in my own bed last night and had no clue as to my location. I turned on the light and recognized my radio and lamp and the familiar stack of bedside books, but still felt puzzled.
Yesterday we had a smaller group at Hartford Friends Meeting since so many members attended New England Yearly Meeting. This will be the first time since 2002 that I will not be there.
I feel grateful for the train ride today as I have lots to process from my recent trip to Europe. I also have some exciting opportunties coming up for which I will need to do some writing. I hope to arrive at BYM centered and open to enter into yet another community–to worship, listen and share. (and hopefully blog and swim)