We get in to a rhythm after enough practice.
This rhythm becomes our pulse for a time.
For that time we take for granted the intricacies of the individual relationships we have become a part of.
These relationships grow under our very noses.
Our lack of sight leaves us blind until hindsight arrives.
By the time hindsight arrives we have already stumbled into a mumbled "good-bye".
In that very moment of mumbling "good-bye" the reality of the relationship dawns on us.
At this dawning we realize there is and was something here more so than just everyday "hellos".
In those hellos there was a rhythm.
In that rhythm a pulse.
In that pulse a heart.
In that heart a soul.
For a very brief moment during that "good-bye" we have the chance to behold what another person's soul means to us.
This summer I would get caught up in the rhythm of my work, rest, and relationships a lot. Fortunately I had a few brief glimpses at myself and others to understand who we all are in relation to one another. This morning I said good-bye to my supervisor and part of my host family. I am still in Massachusetts living in a home that is not my own, but the rhythm I have going in my life says that I live here. I have learned to live in the present. I thank God for the brief moments. I thank God for the "good-byes" as well as the "hellos". To all of you whether I know you or not; may you be blessed this day.
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