But no, it in fact does not get easier. The part that has changed for me is that I am confident that something unique will happen. And even though I am feeling like I either want to vomit or cry from anxiety, I am compelled to show up. I have made a commitment to read these messages. I have made a commitment to make an effort to build a better world. No one said it would be easy. So I show up, butterfly stomach, dry mouth and all.
The church bells strike twelve noon. And I begin to read the messages. I read and read. Twenty minutes goes by. I am alone. I make eye contact with a few passers by. I have never felt more alone in this work. Then friends, family and supporters begin to show up.
The surprise here is not that people came to read and support this effort. I know very well that many many of you support this work. Many of you have come to Market Square when you could. Many of you have come to the studio to weave. Many of you have sent me emails to share your words of support. Your messages of hope and peace have come from all corners.
|prayer flag in private garden|
|Rosamund Fowler St. Helena Mid-Atlantic|
I am formulating a grand event to culminate this project on or around September 11th. I believe that a ton of love will be needed on that day. My way to promote that is through a grand finale of this project. I will unfold the details as I define them.
|Sally Kruger's Mom in South Africa|
I am simply surprised at how many repeated lessons I need in order to remember and receive this love.
Namaste ~ Sarah