Today one of the Sari Bari women died.
it is simultaneously unsurprising - and all too quick.
it's a day where my mind/body/and spirit travel more places that i ever could have dreamed up in my wildest dreams...
a day where i think i'm coping okay...until i start crying.
a day where i think i can get a little work done the urgent things at least, until i'm literally cursing at the computer in the office (for no apparent reason).
a day where i look around me, and am amazed and humbled by the community that i have been woven into...the community that existed long before i got here...and will continue to be here long after i leave.
a day where Sari Bari is at it's best...where we all take care of one another, the way it's supposed to be. It's "A" sharing her lunch before some of us leave the office, cause she wants to make sure we're not hungry...it's shared water bottles, and hugs. it's riding together in a truck...and it's all of us, frustrated together by injustices woven into the day.
a day where we honor one of our sisters. one of my heroes.
a day mixed with tears, and memories of the ways she made us laugh.
a day where we gather together at the end and share a meal...and the sacred space of that living room...
a day where i sigh my morning prayer before i leave the house...not quite sure how it will all pan out..."At the threshold of the day stands the one who made it."
...and as always, on days like this i'm full of questions...and musings...of anger...and grief...but those things will need to wait for another day for expression.
for now, here's a link to a deep and true reflection of a beautiful and hard day (written by Sarah Lance). Reclaim:Restore
it is simultaneously unsurprising - and all too quick.
it's a day where my mind/body/and spirit travel more places that i ever could have dreamed up in my wildest dreams...
a day where i think i'm coping okay...until i start crying.
a day where i think i can get a little work done the urgent things at least, until i'm literally cursing at the computer in the office (for no apparent reason).
a day where i look around me, and am amazed and humbled by the community that i have been woven into...the community that existed long before i got here...and will continue to be here long after i leave.
a day where Sari Bari is at it's best...where we all take care of one another, the way it's supposed to be. It's "A" sharing her lunch before some of us leave the office, cause she wants to make sure we're not hungry...it's shared water bottles, and hugs. it's riding together in a truck...and it's all of us, frustrated together by injustices woven into the day.
a day where we honor one of our sisters. one of my heroes.
a day mixed with tears, and memories of the ways she made us laugh.
a day where we gather together at the end and share a meal...and the sacred space of that living room...
a day where i sigh my morning prayer before i leave the house...not quite sure how it will all pan out..."At the threshold of the day stands the one who made it."
...and as always, on days like this i'm full of questions...and musings...of anger...and grief...but those things will need to wait for another day for expression.
for now, here's a link to a deep and true reflection of a beautiful and hard day (written by Sarah Lance). Reclaim:Restore
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