November 22, 2012
Lord help me . . . I don?t wanna start over again. A part of me is clenching my fists like a stubborn child right now, saying [like I did when I was a small boarding school student], ?Ine! Nakana!? No! I don?t want to!
I have grown comfortable in this home, with this ?family.? As Professor Higgins sang to Eliza, ?I?ve grown accustomed to your face.? Like an awkward lover, I feel like declaring my love to all to all around me these days. I feel that anxiety that comes when time is short and days are numbered, the pressure to make the most of it all. Reluctantly. Yet here I am, readying to leave, to start over again, who knows where? What can I do now but trust that my next landing point will be divinely orchestrated and unforeseeably blessed.
As we neared the starting time for our staff/compound potluck meal today, I realized that no one had planned any sort of Thanksgiving activity like we had last year. So I quickly put together a ?Thanksgiving tree.? I decided to do paper rings as ornaments on the branches, so I made one as a demonstration, putting the first thing that came to mind on my own ring: ?I am thankful for my ISK family.? And it is true. I am. I am blessed with an incredibly family, by blood. And I am doubly blessed by the family of the communities that get to fill my current working, playing, and living life.
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