Recovery

My, am I exhausted!

I'm home now.  Home to rest and recover before a busy Fall begins next month.

I don't feel like going back to school and taking classes again.  I don't feel like seeing everyone again. I have been drained and need to recharge before I can be excited for Year Two at Yale Divinity School.

My fellowship ended well.  It was sad to leave the Boys & Girls Club of New Haven.

Summer subletting also came to an end, and there was a party and some snacks and dancing at our house to send off our two housemates.

A very good friend visited from Kenya.  I showed her as much of New Haven as I could, and over the weekend we ran ourselves ragged for 24 hours in New York City!  The next day, I attended a Roaring 20s Lawn Party on a large estate in Ipswich, MA.  And then my body protested over lack of sleep and got sick.

I took time to bond with my housemate (the one who didn't move out).  We visited Mystic, CT, Newport, RI, and local West Haven beaches.

I had a wonderfully refreshing conversation with a sister with whom spiritual connection is strong.

The day before I flew home, I hung out and had lunch at the home of my home group leaders, whose children I teach violin.

Good things happened in New Haven, and that's probably why I'm exhausted.

I'm going into stealth mode for a few days in LA before letting friends know I'm back.  Because then, there will be plenty of social engagements again, and that's what I need to refrain from for now.  I need rest, and I need silence.  I need to not be there for a job or a person, and I need to sleep.

Perhaps after I've recovered, I will be interested in people again, in things they have to say and things they are going through.  But for now, may the world forget that I exist.  May silence soothe my soul, and my sleep heal my body.