It is 1:24 AM. Well, it is actually 12:24 AM. Love the fall back. I have missed my daily writing deadline by 24 minutes. It is still night and dark and I am in my jammies. That qualifies.
I am late in posting because of a long and lovely evening with dear, dear friends. We came together as strangers four years ago. And now we are thick as thieves. We always have a wonderful time together; eating, having good conversation and much laughter.
But tonight was different. Tonight we had a fireside chat and went around the circle telling of the “state of the union”; where we are, our joys and our struggles. There were tears, admissions of frustration and disappointment and questions about life.
There is something about wood crackling in a fire on a perfect fall evening. There is something about Edison lights strung over the pergola. There is something about crickets and a huge harvest moon hanging above the trees.
There is something about feeling safe and loved and trusted. There is something about being in community with other sojourners who are hitting the same mountains and the same valleys.
I am thankful for these nine who hold my heart and entrust me with theirs.
Goodnight dearest of friends. Goodnight all.