A Strong, In-Between Place

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The preschoolers at New Day Foster Home decorated felt hearts this week with thick princess stickers and crosses. They were crafting Mother’s Day gifts for the women who care for them in the in-between times — at night, during breakfast and dinner, over weekends, and every other moment when weekly staff and teachers aren’t around.

The delivery of the heart pictured above was especially sweet. The preschooler spied her foster home mother on the other side of a hallway window. The preschooler then stood on her tiptoes … trying to catch her home mother’s attention … her face bright and expectant with what surely was a profound sense of love.

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We toured China’s Great Wall today … as I think I’m starting to mourn the end of this year-long journey. The symptoms are everywhere: I’m irritable, I lack concentration, I’m distracted by nothing in particular, my reflective times are wooden and herky jerky … and I daydream an endless stream of images from our journey’s in-between times.

(We haven’t gained a new child, by the way … only a new friend, named Harry … who’s living with his family in our current community.)

In between photos taken today like the one above … there were conversations with amateur archivists taking wax paper rubbings from 500-year-old Wall inscriptions, there were careful moments with each boy maneuvering down wide, rocky gaps in the Wall, there was deep fatigue after tackling steep inclines, there were gusts of air blowing through empty guard towers, there were a few minutes alone on an overgrown portion of the Wall, and there was the glimpse of a crow sailing overhead upon a warm gust of air.

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Memories of these in-between moments are apparently where I go when I’m mourning the loss of something. I re-live the details … re-living them more intensely as emotions get more intense.

I realize tonight that I somehow find strength in these details. I find strength in the details — even the images — of the in-between.

I also find strength as I hold up these thoughts for you … as if I’ve been using them to decorate a felt heart as a gift … and I can’t wait on the other side of a window to press it in to your hand.

 

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