I've been working on a post about homeschooling, this time on purpose. A post about a few things I'm holding onto from vacation, more than seashells. A post about how much we've been so enriched by the people in our home each week, and how to bring people in more easily.
But today I got a tough phone call telling me of the suicide of a long, long time family friend...so loved by my parents and come through so very, very much...so isolated these past several months and so devastating.
Every person we saw today I over-friend-lied (now even more people think I'm weird), so broken by the reminder that SO MANY are feeling so very alone right now...by the knowledge there are people ON OUR street feeling so alone. What a heavy day we are in...and as I read messages left and right to stay away from people and to stay home, stay home...It has it's own danger, doesn't it. We already thought America was too isolated, having lived so long in a community culture, BEFORE all this.
Call a few people, friends.
Then today I got this precious picture of some of just our dearest people, working hard to get ready for the new school year at Emmaus...and I can smell the breeze and feel the sun and hear the beating of beans in the kitchen and the dogs barking over the wall, and I have a good, long conversation with each of these men and women just heavy-stuck in the back of my throat and waiting....never been out of their lives more than six weeks before.
I had lots to say. not so much tonight.
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