Every so often I tootle off to see ‘my’ nun. Finding somebody who can act in the capacity of a ‘spiritual director’ can be a bit hit and miss. None of them like that title, it would seem: they don’t do any directing, they say. I prefer to call them ‘spiritual interpreters’ because I find it a great help if I’m stuck about something and I chat it over with my SD/SI, who helps me ‘interpret’ what God may be doing and saying.
Sister Phoebe in her blue habit is tiny and elderly, with eyes that twinkle behind her glasses. She was born and brought up in what used to be Rhodesia, worked in Botswana for many years, speaks the language and also does a very accomplished South African accent. She’s intelligent, humorous, gifted, honest and down-to-earth. She does not rush to judgement, or even to comfort. She lets the silence happen, which gives God the chance to untangle the knots I’m in. When I’m ready, we talk about what’s happening. She doesn’t dish out advice. Occasionally she tells a story which illuminates what’s going on. She supports without being smothering or intense.
I come home more settled in my mind, and much more at peace.
I shall miss her when I go.