Connections, whether human or technological, can cause conflict, delight, pause or excitement. We, like sheep, herd together to rejoice or rant about life or death, and everything in between.
Starbucks, or the office coffee bar? Both "watering holes for the soul." We do tend to gravitate toward gathering places -- could it be, in fact, that we need each other?
Since the death of our oldest son a year and a half ago, I have been forced to pull back from my normal activity because grief has its own demands; sometimes you remain on top of it, other times, not so much. I see that, as I stop, rest, cry, wait, I am reflecting more. Aha! I find clear thoughts amidst the emotional fog! New glimpses of reflection, and questions emerge. I ask myself, "Am I really connecting with the ones I love, remaining true to the ideals I hold dear, and pressing in to the God I serve?" I had unsettling answers. For example, I am shocked at my inhospitality, my overwhelm in political issues (well, come on, really!), my stubbornness in writing!
Hence, this blog. Hence, Over the Coffee.
I don't have a plan per se. All or nothing does not work here-guess I won't run for office or write the definitive American novel this week. But, I can gently re-emerge into those places of heart connections which are familiar and not so familiar.
So, armed with well meaning, and a full heart, I wrote handwritten notes to people rejoicing and mourning. I delivered flowers to a community leader who works hard! I made homemade soup, and cleaned my house (whew) for a renewed acquaintance who came to lunch. And, dear friends, I wrote to you all. Over the next few months, I am going to focus on connections, with myself, with my family, friends and community, with my country, and with my God. Hope you can join me.
Over the Coffee.
