I sat down in a coffee shop yesterday during a rainy afternoon. I simply had time to be quiet, to reflect on this past year in various ways. My predominant emotion as I scribbled several pages in my notebook was thankfulness.
My desire for stability is being heard and lived out as I step into each day. I have almost worked at the Dyslexia Institute for a year (more than I’ve worked anywhere else since graduation!). I have attended Dwelling Place for a year, and have been at my doctor for a little over a year.
These three facts seem simple enough, and yet they are meaningful to me. The past five years have been transition after transition, most of them completely unwanted. And my prayer became more simple, “Let me rest and heal in a few places well.”
I started out working just a few hours a week with 2 students and now I work with 9. Monday through Thursday I spend the some of my time flipping through a tattered purple-covered book that helps me find words to plan my lessons for my students, and then time actually with them.
I still go to my doctor every two weeks for an IV. Sometimes I go more than that to pick up supplements. The staff know my name, know that I like to watch the Food Network when I get my IV, and the nurse talks to me about what her next haircut should be. I’ve probably spent around 30 hours at my doctor in the past year, and I’m thankful to say it’s a place where I can breathe a sigh of relief. I am cared for well.
At Dwelling Place, I’ve joined a diverse community of people that prizes both liturgy and relationship, and tries to let diversity of thought and action linger. Questions are honored and that truly is a gift.
I look forward to continuing to sink my roots deeper in these communities.
To continue appreciating the uniqueness of the people I meet on a daily basis.