
It was a busy weekend.
I think I’m figuring out the rhythm of working at Hopewell House, and then getting up in time for the Monday morning rush with the public health team. But I can’t pretend I’m not tired.
Of course, I’ve also had one of those weeks… sometimes the heaviness in our hearts is what really exhausts our spirits – the slate-gray weight of life’s struggles dragging on each breath. It’s been hard to even cry. But easing the burden of grieving families this weekend – loving on those at Hopewell – this has been a candle of joy and peace in my Dark…
And this evening, a dear friend from nursing school called – laughing with her was like beams of sunlight – just hearing her voice made me feel stronger… she reminds me I am a person who can DO what needs to be done – even when I feel like someone who still hasn’t figured out how to be a proper person yet. I might constantly be playing catch up on this spinning planet — but at least I’m still trying…
In the free moments of the last few days I’ve begun working on a simple ribbed hat for my sister to try out. (Sable here, or one of the other cats, has kept me company.) The yarn is basically a piece of soft string, so it’s taking time, but it’s slowly creating a soft and gentle fabric. Knitting is such a good reminder that beautiful things in life take time to create… there’s nothing wrong with taking the time you need – patience can foster peace and presence – and you are able to experience a lot more of the world when you walk through it slow enough to really notice it. All the wonders of life are revealed to those who are waiting and watching… the color of green that comes alive with spring, the scent of the trees in the rain, the breath of the sea that still echoes within me, the elusive smile in the midst of grief, and even this magic fabric between my fingers from two sticks and a ball of string.
So be patient with yourselves and each other, my dear-ones. You don’t know who is too tired to shed the tears they’re carrying…