No doubt, I am distracted. It was hard to move through my yesterday routine: on the treadmill at the gym, back home, anchoring my fingers on my guitar’s fretboard, conversations on the phone, the ride back up the New Paltz. Eileen came along.
And as I walked down the hallway to Rebecca’s kindergarten classroom and entered… the nurturing began.
Rebecca and I have been friends for years, connected through the Hudson Valley Writing Project and even though our paths don’t cross often, when they do, it’s wonderful.
And yesterday, entering her room with my ache, Rebecca welcomed me, took me on a tour, and worked with me to finish up an interview for my next digital project of her work. Of course we aren’t quite done. We both agreed that we need student voices for the piece and that will happen, but just being in her world of comfort was nurturing.
Rebecca shared her own recent loss and I listened and heard.
Thanks Rebecca for a wonderful afternoon, complete with a dinner I could enjoy.