Inter alia is Latin for "among other things, as I explained to my law student son the other night. Herewith, inter alia:
The plan for tomorrow night is to accompany a small group of friends to a suicide prevention walk. At least two of us are not at all sure that we believe in suicide prevention, but apparently we are willing to consider it as a possibility. ("What do you mean, 'believe in'?" asked the Lovely Daughter. "I don't know," I said.)
On Tuesday, it will be 50 years since this day. Unlike my friend Laurie, looking at the photos I've been posting does not make me ill. They bring me a great deal of pleasure. Life can be, at times, pervaded by joy; at others, filled with darkness. So be it; we do not get to choose.
This year, ironically, I am going to spend much of October 5 driving. First, to Pittsburgh, for breakfast with one of my seminary professors, so that we can continue our discussion about, inter alia (!), whether God suffers. Then, to eastern Pennsylvania, for a late lunch with Michelle and Wayne (!) ~ one of my little interfaith Ignatian groups of friends, this one forged via blogging.
And then, on to Wernersville for eight days of retreat.
So, over the next few days: lots of walking and driving and conversation and then . . . SILENCE.