Tonight I attended a reunion dinner with the great people I got to know on a more personal level at the Courage and Renewal Retreat that I attended this fall. These were mostly Gustie alumni, and I have written a couple posts about the retreat. Tonight inspired me to revisit my folder of words, poems, writings, and art that I created during that warm, October weekend. We reconnected over dinner at Buca and while our time together had been brief, it was refreshing to see these people again.
The last activity at the retreat was to write a letter to ourselves, to arrive in the mail at a later, undetermined date. The letter arrived right around Christmas, roughly 2 months after the retreat. To be honest, I have not yet opened the letter! I felt it was a bit too close to the actual event, but after dinner tonight, I think I'm almost ready. I remember some of what I wrote in there, but not all of it. I'm excited to be refreshed by reading what I was thinking and feeling at that time. (I plan to post most, if not all, of the letter after I open it, so stay tuned!)
In the meantime, here is a poem I found in the folder that I just absolutely LOVE. It's so true. I also painted a picture based on this poem, and I will post the picture next time. For now, just soak in these words:
"The Way It Is"
There's a thread you follow
It goes among things that change
But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen, people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding
You don't ever let go of the thread.
-William Stafford
Next to this poem, I had handwritten a few words:
friendships
passions
values
stories
relationships
experiences
I *think* I wrote these words because this is what the thread is about to me. It's such a soothing piece, to think about how my life follows a thread, a path, something that does not change even with all of the change happening around it in every direction. Change, transition, and moving on have always scared me a bit. I cling to memories with a nostalgia and melancholy that really can't be beat. Even while preparing myself for this amazing baby girl, I find myself already getting nostalgic for the way it is. I like how things are, and change requires growth, renewal, and fear of the unknown.
But when I think about the thread, I feel a bit more at peace. We all hang onto our threads, and it's okay if you don't see mine. I hope that you can see it, but if you can't, or if it doesn't make sense to you, that's okay too. If our threads cross once, twice, or numerous times, that's also okay - each of those moments is meaningful and I will take something away from that crossing, however big or small it may be.
Think about the thread you hold onto and what it means to you. I'll share the illustration of my thread in my next post, but for now, I hope the idea of our threads brings comfort and maybe even reminds us of why we are here.
The last activity at the retreat was to write a letter to ourselves, to arrive in the mail at a later, undetermined date. The letter arrived right around Christmas, roughly 2 months after the retreat. To be honest, I have not yet opened the letter! I felt it was a bit too close to the actual event, but after dinner tonight, I think I'm almost ready. I remember some of what I wrote in there, but not all of it. I'm excited to be refreshed by reading what I was thinking and feeling at that time. (I plan to post most, if not all, of the letter after I open it, so stay tuned!)
In the meantime, here is a poem I found in the folder that I just absolutely LOVE. It's so true. I also painted a picture based on this poem, and I will post the picture next time. For now, just soak in these words:
"The Way It Is"
There's a thread you follow
It goes among things that change
But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen, people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding
You don't ever let go of the thread.
-William Stafford
Next to this poem, I had handwritten a few words:
friendships
passions
values
stories
relationships
experiences
I *think* I wrote these words because this is what the thread is about to me. It's such a soothing piece, to think about how my life follows a thread, a path, something that does not change even with all of the change happening around it in every direction. Change, transition, and moving on have always scared me a bit. I cling to memories with a nostalgia and melancholy that really can't be beat. Even while preparing myself for this amazing baby girl, I find myself already getting nostalgic for the way it is. I like how things are, and change requires growth, renewal, and fear of the unknown.
But when I think about the thread, I feel a bit more at peace. We all hang onto our threads, and it's okay if you don't see mine. I hope that you can see it, but if you can't, or if it doesn't make sense to you, that's okay too. If our threads cross once, twice, or numerous times, that's also okay - each of those moments is meaningful and I will take something away from that crossing, however big or small it may be.
Think about the thread you hold onto and what it means to you. I'll share the illustration of my thread in my next post, but for now, I hope the idea of our threads brings comfort and maybe even reminds us of why we are here.




