This weekend I tended; the laundry, mopping, dishes, cooking, grocery shopping, weeding. I listened and visited. I know this plain, holding of space is soul work. It is a group effort, a family project. We are all having tough moments. We try, forgive, appologize, and make the effort again. In this humble togetherness, we hold each other. In grief, in laugher, in anger, in fatigue, and in fear, we witness.
In gratitude, I remain- fully alive.