In November of 2021, I packed up my Ford Escape, said farewell to Milwaukee, my adopted home, and made my way down to Texas. It was there that I spent some time visiting family as I worked on our project which sought to form a traditional monastic community. My move to Texas was full of optimism and hope — which was very quickly dashed upon my arrival. Assurances of support within the Church came to nothing, and I entered the Christmas and New Year season essentially stranded in the Lone Star State — staying in a spare room at my mother’s house in West Texas. My sense of despair and depression was deep at that point — something which I have never truly felt before. Where was I to go? What would 2022 bring? It was difficult to say.
My Son Lives in London???s Muslim Enclave, a ???No-Go Area???
When my son got a job in London last year, I encouraged him to move into the borough because of the proximity to his…