• I’m sitting here alone in the Narita airport grateful that I’m sitting at the gate an hour from getting off the ground.  Travel days are always long – even longer when you’re trying to get home – but I’m glad I’m here, resting, and ready for … inaction?  10 hours worth anyway.  Works for me.
  • I’m terribly sad that I’m not sitting here with Ivonne and Reza, but I’m increasingly thankful that they get to spend an extra week with family.  Jealous?  No, ’cause if I’m honest, I’m ready to go home, but I’m thankful that Ivonne gets to spend more time with her sister.  To see the two of them together is indescribable; Bee is phenomenal at reminding Ivonne of what’s important outside of the drawers of her heart, while Ivonne brings Bee a reminder of the world outside the village.  It’s a beautiful sisterly dance and it makes me happier to know that she’s going to be with her again in December, even under trying circumstances.
  • I’m leaving here knowing, once again, that we need to be here much more often, and I’m thankful that I feel right at home on the other side of the world.
  • I’m grateful that Ivonne and Reza took the time to see me off at the train station, today.  I didn’t expect them to go all the way to the Shinagawa, let alone Ivonne helping me with the bags onto the train.  They stood on the platform as the train rolled away and left my heart with them, but I’m thankful knowing that she has it.  It’s in good hands.
  • Finally, I haven’t put it down on paper, but putting feelings into words has been very hard for me lately.  This isn’t the norm.  But I’ve been trying to stop and be observant, pay attention, listen and understand, notice the way things make me feel rather than simply seeing them as items around me, and because of that, I’m seeing a shift in how I process the things around me, especially the words, tones, phrases, and inflections of the voices of the people I hold most dear.   Instead of expectations, understanding grows.  It’s hard.  But it’s working.  I’m thankful for that.
  • Ok, now finally:  Coincidence?  I don’t think so.  But this opened something in me.  She did this at the Meiji shrine.  I wasn’t there.  For this, there are no words.  It’s not that I can’t find them:  There simply aren’t any.






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