Today was a bit of a blur. I cooked 5 meals at once; Friday breakfast,
lunch dinner and Saturday breakfast and lunch.
I felt as if I lived all those time zones at once.
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Everyone pitched in on the food mass production
today. Billy helped in the kitchen to
fill water that was next to the oil wok.
Someone made a scene that displayed the accusing of the possibility of
Billy getting water in the hot oil wok this morning. Loc jumped in and accompanied Billy the rest
of the morning in support for his crushed spirit of such a drama.
It’s really lovely to see Paola gather in all the young
girls to help in salad production each day.
Andrew N and the rest of the guys worked on the fruit tart.
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Lunch gratitude and acknowledgements were carried
out. It’s all the same now, name, or no
name. You see it, or don’t see it. You know or don’t know. It’s all the same to me. I know each day how I faired. I know each moment how I faired.
Everyone came.
They all stepped up to the plate and was happy and confident to do their
part in support of the others. Everyone
shined beautifully.
We packed for Saturday lunch at 6:30pm. I was seriously tired at 7:30pm. I barely sat.
My right ankle was swollen in pain.
I felt finished and ready to close shop on Oregon retreat.
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This evening started with Thomas and James singing their
Amitabha songs. They had two
prepared. They were just beautiful. The nuns sang along too. Lily, Sherry’s daughter has an amazing voice. Fab played too and sang. It was all just wonderful. It was a lovely evening of sharing and lots
of thanks in their snap shots. This is really the cake of the week. It’s just so nice to see the product of all
the work put into supporting the personal transformation of each person.
My snap shot, “ Leaves falling, sounds like rain drops,
soft fluffy mossy soil for bedding.”
When the bell struck and the evening was over, I ran out
to the deck and avoided the crowd, it becomes a grand central station junction
with good byes and clean up. I stood
outside the front door on the deck and chatted with people waiting for a ride
down to the Can. I hugged people as a
brother and as a sister and did my good bye.
I felt so exhausted, I couldn’t do much to contribute to
clean up. We all head down to the Can
and didn’t finish until 12:30am. Seeing
how the tables and benches were up, I felt better about the rest of tomorrow’s
clean up. I smelled so bad from today’s
work I insisted on a shower before bed.
