I was thinking about (all of) our piled up "stuff" as I sat in a retreat, in a darkened church, in the middle of the week. I had two zillion things to do, papers to grade, and power points to review; yet, I gave up one hour at least initially for my own petitions and prayers. In the quiet, I watched the pile of petitions seem more manageable, without fully understanding how that was happening. I listened to my stomach quietly growl and realized I would deal with each the best I could. It was clear, as I sat there, that I am not alone on this journey. None of us are.
Sometimes, we miss "moments" as work, homework, housework consumes us. Sometimes, family consumes us. Sometimes, it's health concerns, or money, or loneliness. Sometimes, we balance the demands like a great conductor and the music is tremendous, for at least a few moments. Sometimes, we celebrate and other times we mourn. Sometimes, we dance with joy and other times we writhe in worry. Sometimes, we forget to tell others how much we care; other times, we wrap our arms (even virtually) around others.
Often, as I read and as I write, I remember that my own "moccasins," as worn, tattered and as ill-fitting as they sometimes are, these are the ones I am, will be and should be wearing. One step and then another. Not alone on this journey.