Susan Lafferty“This feels like an earthquake.”
Every week brings news of another person, couple, or family leaving. Exiting an area of the world where we live and serve at the time.
They retire early. Or move back home to pursue something new.
It starts large. Shaking hard. Then we feel tremor after tremor.
Enough to unsteady the feet.
And trouble the mind.
Eighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests.
Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.
Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair.
Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.
Rest.
Compassionate One
who sees and knows
the deeper side
of all that marches
through this life.
Sudden change.
Surprises.
Unexpected turns.
