or how to make it through a wednesday. :)
the above quote from einstein is a keeper. most of the time i struggle to see painful struggles as miracles, but there is a way to see that perspective. or least i hope there is.
this past week, several families i know passed their interviews for citizenship. they have studied and practiced and thought about the exam for ages. our faithful ESL teacher has gone over the senators and representatives and branches of government. we often laugh because we are not sure how many americans would pass the citizenship exam if it were required to live here, regardless of where you were born. personally, even after eight years of living in TN, i still can’t quite get the hang of which representatives are state and which are the US ones.
i am proud of these families. proud of their miracles. proud of the 10,000 miracles that led them to this moment.
this week, another family is coming in for another appointment to proof-read their citizenship application, making sure all the blocks are filled out, the i’s are dotted, and the t’s are crossed. and we’ll watch the miracles continue one more time.
or nine minutes to be precise.
there are anywhere from 10-15 staff and refugee children who will grace my house with their presence tomorrow. luckily my colleague will supervise most of the chaos, her tolerance for it is much higher than mine.
but i’ve been thinking a lot lately about this safe space we provide for kids. the idea is that we have a cocoon of relationships and networking to help families feel stable in the midst of so many transitions and challenges.
it is in so many ways an impossible task.
how could coloring a picture with a seven year old possible help said child feel a little more peaceful about the way her family feels so lost in their own neighborhood? or is it possible that playing soccer with the world’s most rambunctious nine year old boy could help him feel like there was a safe place to work out the frustration he feels? or what about the two year old who can’t understand why his mom is sad a lot every time she skypes with grandma in some far away place or why dad seems so angry that he can’t speak the right words to the landlord?
i don’t know for sure. but i believe it does matter. and tomorrow will be one more day a safe place was made.
and the paint will wash off the floor, the towels will dry, broken things can be replaced if necessary.
but hearts that are broken need the kind of compassion and grace that only comes from time: time invested in them, time sitting on the floor reading stories, time getting messy and sweaty. time our volunteers are pouring in to their lives. tonight we coached a new round of helpers for our funday. and i am excited to see how they catch the vision for loving these precious ones.
and of course, at funday, fun will be had by all.
exupery was a genius. obviously. his “le petit prince” will always be my favorite novel. scores of my former french students will tell you i was (and am) completely obsessed with that book.
but this quote from exupery is further proof of his ingenuity. and he’s not the first person to come up with this (see ecclesiastes, teachings of Jesus, shakespeare and scores of other people who lived without dualistic thinking).
on a good day, i can join them. i can see the world with equanimity: the ability to see situations simply as they are, without judgement.
today, we are waiting with baited breath for news about an important, program changing grant. and all morning, i can barely stand it. i have no idea when we’ll hear, but my heart can only think in terms of good or bad.
for the next few minutes, i’ll try to remember that “life may grow from it,” no matter what.
i am never sure when hope will show up. it is almost always late to whatever catastrophe has come. it sneaks in, subversively and then peaks its head up just when you thought it was all over.
this morning, we talked about subversive in our storytelling class. we talked about how sometimes everything looks dire, but really, under the surface, there are pieces moving and things happening. these paths to denouement are usually things we could never have dreamed or imagined.
this morning, my homeschooler french class discovered this treasure in the garden. we went out to talk about “Le Printemps” because of course Spring is springing all around.
the flowers are scattered through the garden generously in violets, reds, yellows, and splashes of white. but this tiny blue egg, well within our sight was a burst of hope in a world where sometimes everything seems grey.
my heart breaks for her and the hundreds of thousands like her.