Occasionally, you meet a person (casually, mind you) and you are intrigued. There is a "way" about them. You are quite certain there is a story worth hearing. This is exactly the case with Jeanine Hathaway and The Ex-Nun Poems.
Honestly, the title alone should make you pick up this little book of ponderings. Ex-Nun?
How does one simply walk away from that life, when it still lives and breathes inside you? The answer is, you do not. How does it feel to carry within you the multitude of children who squirmed and learned under your tutelage? The answer is, both marvelous and melancholic. I believe, although I do not know... that their lingering spirits are partly what draw me to her today, as I observe her laughing over coffee with a friend. I believe Jeanine must be a woman who is wholly and solidly present. Comfortable in her skin, her age, her marvelous past and future.
From the poem, Felix Culpa. "She's had her day in the sun. She no longer hoods nor coils. Neither does she retract." (...)" She'd do it again. Who could refuse? In the deep curve of the ruby hibiscus, who in the world would ask to let this cup pass?"