right back where this whole thing started,
my L'Arche home.
Mostly the same - but a new addition, Keira.
along with all the same joys of being here, the same stressors, in fact, perhaps more so, still surround me.
but, it feels good, i feel good.
with Michael standing behind me (behind me being on the other side of the country, but still a great support system), and some great co-workers (yeah you Scott), I know I can survive another four months here.
I'd forgotten the simplicity of life with the folks, and the beauty of how they perceive things.
we had retreat this past weekend, where we took all our folks to a retreat centre for the night to take a mini vacation.
it was beautiful,
I was sitting with Barrie, a coremember from Max's old house, and some other folks and assistants on Sunday morning, and they were talking about some of the core-members who had moved on from L'Arche to either nursing homes or who'd passes away.
Barrie, an endearing man who has a habit of repeating things, was talking about a friend who had passed on.
"He passed on, he passed away, that guy? he passed away."
and then he goes,
"he's in a box now."
the look on poor Keira's face was precious. death is sacred and taboo for her, and the idea of calling a coffin a box was mortifying for the dear lady.
I'd forgotten the little things like this, that just make me do anything to hold in my laughter.
Barrie was right, he is in a box now, but Keira immediately corrected him and explained for people, it was called a coffin.
how silly right?! why do we need a special name for the box we get buried in? it's no secret what it is! aha, i just had to laugh at how straight forward the folks can be sometimes.
it's good to be back.
i'm sure i'll have many stories to tell in coming days,
i mean, the pee chair is still here, and i have some unfinished business with it.
- ella faye