Sabbath in Late Fall
Sometimes on the Sabbath
all you can do is
settle into the soft body of yourself
and listen to what it says.
the exhaustion that is deeper than tiredness
the hunger that is for more than food
the thirst that is for more than drink
the longing for comfort that is more than physical.
On the Sabbath
body and soul reach out for time of a different sort
time that is full of space rather than activity:
time to watch the burning bush in your own backyard...
the movement of the wind among bare branches...
the last leaf clinging to the branch before its final letting go.
Letting go is hard,
letting go of that which no longer works
that which no longer brings joy and meaning
that which is no longer full of life.
It seems cruel
That something that used to be so beautiful
should fall to the ground
sinking into the earthy mud along with everything else that is dying,
no longer recognizable for what it used to be.
It seems cruel but it is the way of things.
One generation gives its life for the next.
One season slips away so another can come.
One crop of fruit falls from the tree so that more can be borne.
One wave recedes while another gathers strength to crash upon the shore.
It seems cruel
but it is the rhythm of things.
And rhythm has its own beauty.
- Ruth Haley Barton
July 6, 2014
I woke up early again this morning, unable to make myself sleep any longer. Luckily Daniel was awake so we were able to talk some before having to get dressed and packed up to head home to Kalomo. Before leaving we had this incredible breakfast at the hotel. Made the whole entire stay worth it. We ended up spending the morning at Sunday Market and I got all of the things I needed to get for people back home! I love giving gifts and trying to see pieces of people I know in little knick knacks I find. The atmosphere was fun and we were bartering queens. There were a lot of tourists there so of course the sellers were asking for crazy prices. Nonetheless it’s always fun to me to barter and negotiate. We made a lot of friends today.
Meag met us at the market later since she was still feeling a little sick. When we found her, we put our stuff in the car before going grocery shopping for the next week or so. We stopped at Manda Hill Mall to get some waters and get whatever else we needed for the road and then began our journey back to Kalomo. I started feeling pretty bad so I took some Phenergan to help ease the nausea since it’s a bumpy venture. Thirty minutes later I was feeling back to normal, just a really drowsy.
After about 6 hours of dozing in and out, we stopped by Kurt and Jesse’s house again (the last stop on our village visit day last week). We picked up their mom and Lushomo (the oldest sibling) because they’re going to the Havens to get their smallest one, Cipo in Haven 1, to bring her home! The plan is for the mom and brother to stay at the Havens for a couple of days and be the ones who take care of Cipo in her normal routine here so Cipo can be somewhat used to them before leaving to live with them. Such a range of happy and sad.
We got back to the Havens and walked with Cipo’s mom and brother inside to get her. Cipo was pretty scared. Hopefully after a couple of days and a little formed trust between her and her new family, she’ll be happier to go to her home. It’s sad but you have to keep telling yourself this is the point of all this: reconciliation.
We got back to Meagan’s, unloaded the groceries, and relaxed the rest of the evening since we’re all feeling a little under the weather.