I’m tired as I ascend the stairs to the main floor.
I hear my shoes echo on the hard tiles and the clink of the door handle as I push it open.
I feel the hard metal of the folding chair on my back.
What a stark contrast to my curled up like kitten position on my couch.
The agenda looks long. When will I get home?
What surprises and big decisions await us?
The sweet cookie on my tongue temporarily distracts me from the task at hand.
Spike of energy—albeit temporary.
I watch the flame of the chalice as the opening is read.
My heart begins to open
I take a deep breath.
There is much to discuss.
Some in agreement—some not.
But—
Respect. Trust. Listening. Understanding. Voice.
The people are genuine.
Kind, caring—
Working thoughtfully and thoroughly
And laughing too.
They are nourishment for my soul.
Two and a half hours have passed.
The closing was read and the chalice extinguished.
I’m hesitant to leave. I’m saying goodbye but the conversation evolves.
I’m hesitant to leave.
The agenda is concluded but the connection is eternal
And I am transformed.