sitting outside looking at a new leaf springing from the Elderberry. so new. so green. and debating whether or not to let go of one of my last remaining jobs. the impetus for this being the thing with the sciatic nerve, but as some have suggested and i agree, this is physical metaphor for other challenges.
and the phone rang. it was Wendy Golden-Levitt. she had just seen some little girls that had been brought to her in hopes of working on their grief of family members that had been lost in the tragedy of Japan. but what they chose to work with was this Window Hanger that i'd sent.
this was in October, last year. at the time, i was very unsure about it. it is in a way, very plain. but it was what i "needed" to send.
and today, what transpired really does not have words. on that end or on mine. what this cloth "held" was some way to work with the non-verbal sense these children were struggling with about nuclear disaster. this is all i know. it is all Wendy can tell. but i was told this much and for me it is beyond enough to piece together any small pieces of faith, of the Whatever of endurance for Continuing. i have no real words for this, no real shape. but the spirit of the Sign is clear.
