The Rhythms of His Heart

It was the morning of my Grandad’s Funeral.   We had an hour and a half drive to get to the city where his funeral was held.   My parent’s house was full of all the siblings, spouses and their kids.   The grief and tension was thick in the air and I had got myself dressed and ready around all the extra bodies in the house!   My big brother and his wife showed up to join our travelling convoy of family and I was dressed in my funeral attire when they arrived!    I was sitting drinking my coffee all ready to take my place in a vehicle when the time came.   I was TIRED!   Grief as well as unexpected travel had taken its toll on me and I was not really looking forward to the hours ahead, but as I sat sipping my coffee I was pretty relaxed!   I raised the mug to take a sip and just when I got close my big brother snuck up behind me grabbed my shoulder and yelled “DEAAAANNA!” really loud!   I wasn’t expecting it and just like in our childhood days I jumped right off the chair.   Coffee spl

L ife on this Saturday is different than before. The winds of change have blown again and the sounds of Fats Domino and homemade banana muffins fill the air.   I have moved into a rental house for a little while just a few blocks from my old apartment!   It is different and awesome.   My housemate   loves music (anything new, old , jazzy or the kind that makes you want to dance nostalgically across the floor) .   She likes cooking and I have enjoyed the eating of flavorful food, the late night conversations and even the moments of learning how to let go of “the way I always do things” and live out a longing I have had for a while to live communally in a small way.   There is something really beautiful to me about creating a home where people of differences come together and learn how to live and love each other through frustrations, honest confessions, and awkward laughter.   It is a challenging kind of fun to learn to live in an unhidden, “This Is Me” kind of state.   It scares