I have completed my first semester of seminary, unbelievably arduous even for an accomplished academic, only to be faced with five more just like it and five intensive winter or summer terms in between, beyond which lies an uncertain future to say the least. A detailed conversation with a school official has confirmed my worst fear: that they can and will do nothing to make it any easier for me to fill my denominational requirements here, nor will they waive or allow me to replace any redundant or UU-inappropriate coursework. My church has become a place of work, now--a place of responsibility rather than a place of respite--and for various reasons it seems that my ministers are not able to devote any time to mentoring me right now. My seminary friends have mostly scattered to the winds and taken with them my sole support network. And lest I take this time "off," the professor I have been working for at UT is wanting me to use my "less burdened" time "to play catch-up." And to top it all off, I have been late for practically everything all week, including my kindergartner's first public-school holiday performance.
It is as though I had traversed a mountain that had proved more difficult to climb than I could possibly imagine, only to see from the peak that there were a dozen more to go, many looking more difficult and remote, and then to land on the other side in a swamp. And to go through all of this only to find that there is no longer anyone designated to hold out a hand to pull me up, certainly nobody to give me directions or to offer any comfort about what lies ahead, and only myself to blame for all of the problems in which I find myself "stuck."
My spiritual director calls it "the dark night of the soul" in reference to a work of the same name by St. John of the Cross. Apparently it is common for seminarians (and others setting out on journeys of spiritual seeking) to go there after the first semester. I forget exactly what he said about it, but it has something to do with the ego needing to get out of the way of the spiritual journey. The old personal spiritual practices that once sustained the student go out the window pretty quickly in the face of an incredible onslaught of new ideas to absorb and process, books to read and papers to write, and weekly (if not daily) challenges to tightly-held facets of their spiritual-theological world view. When the stress finally dissipates at the end of the semester, a deep emptiness remains. The student is left in a place where the easy answers that used to comfort no longer do, where the people who used to serve as guides no longer can, where no sense of controlling or even understanding one's own life path remains intact.
It is an emptiness that demands to be filled but cannot be if we are to continue the journey. In order to become the people who can give answers and comfort and guidance and perhaps even understanding of where the road is going, we must first let go of our dependence on others to provide these things for us. Even harder, we must admit how many of these things we cannot provide for ourselves, either. Some questions have no comforting answers, some wild places admit no guidance through them, and most of all some paths cannot be known or even understood except in the traveling.
What is to be done about the long, dark nights of the soul? Nothing. They must simply be acknowledged for what they are: periods of waiting for the ego to get out of the way, to admit that it is no longer in control but is now living in service to something greater and more mysterious, for the cloud of self-concern and self-doubt to resolve into a clarity of purpose that may be nothing more than "I have begun this journey, I will follow where it leads." (after all, as the quip goes, when you are going through Hell, for God's sake don't stop going!) And, as the new day dawns, that which is holding the traveler back may suddenly become apparent, and the final leap of faith needed to truly undertake the journey can be made.
Somehow, for me, simply acknowledging that this is going on and that I am not alone has been enough to lift a large part of the weight from my shoulders. It has also enabled me to see that it is now time to divorce myself from my old career completely, to resign my research post at UT Austin. It has been rightly said that a man cannot serve two masters, and my old master is holding me back in a place of doubt in and incomplete commitment to the new. As for the rest, it is enough to know that I am not alone, that I have traveling companions on an intimidating but well-worn path, that that there are folks looking out for me here and there, and that eventually, on the other side, day will dawn again and I will once again see what i need to do.
Until then, Good Night!