I am in a place of readiness. I am ready to rest and step out of such a wearisome life for a while; to step out of cycles of hurriedness and intensity which leave me with squinting eyes and ruffled eyebrows.
Some of you all know how I have been having a difficult time lately with the work I am a part of here on the Border. Each day I am able to help serve dozens of people at the Migrant Resource Center and listen to their stories. But it is a lot for someone like me who absorbs everything around me and feels it all. The intensity of this place, this wall and all that our situation entails has started to wear on me how our leaky faucet wears away the enamel on the sink.
Next week I go for a sojourn. I will be gone from here for about 4 1/2 weeks. I am hoping in this time to figure out my place in this mess and how I will be sustained.
I will be seeing some of you. I will participate in the birth of a child and witness the wedding of a dear friend. I will be able to be in my two favorite cities and be surrounded by those whom I love.
The sun is shinning brightly today and coming in through the blinds and making a bar graph of light on my desk. The garden outside is absorbing this and turning it in to good things and I am trying to listen, to learn how I may do the same.