I'm not sure what to write about tonight. There is a sort of hum inside me that can only be explained by a week filled with the warmth of loving company, with prayers passing across tables, music and language filling a room, opening my (fragile-hoping) heart. And it's only Wednesday. It's only December. It's only 2010.
Nora's birthday. A night on the town. A first Christmas program. A song lifted. A train constructed. A word read. Cookies made. Grading in tandem. Language left in love. Healing and recovery.
I am usually introverted, born quiet. Preferring the quiet space of a mesa, a page, a field. This is so new, this feeling that I am more myself around people than alone. (Still--I hear Him calling me to shut the door of the closet and listen. Look. Be still. This servant is listening.) We meet Him in both situations.
Talking to a friend this morning over bisc(q)uits and gravy, we both agree that as time passes, we become better at being who we are.
I am grateful for this realization. I am grateful for those people who continue to teach me how to love. (Including you.)