It’s been a very tiring day. Somehow, painting never seemed to take so much out of me before – but today I’m worn out and it feels great. This is the feeling I miss in the every day that happens in between these moments of ASB and other chances to do this sort of work for others. It is so small, really, to be tired at the end of a day of painting an apartment used for transitional housing for homeless families. It is small to be here in the midst of lives that are broken.
It is so good, though, to be welcomed to this place to share in the weariness.
My weariness today contrasts so drastically with my normal complacency. Their weariness in struggle and survival won’t go away with a 4 hour car ride at the end of the week. I am reminded once again of that eternal struggle to escape poverty and want and I’m grateful tonight that my feet and arms hurt. It’s a good place to start the week.
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Hi man man!!!!! I miss u and i hope ur having a great time. Thanks for the card u sent me- I’m Thinking of you!