One Week in Fayetteville

Technically, yesterday was supposed to be my first day at Quaker House. But, at this moment (late Saturday night), I have been here exactly one week. Moving just works better on weekends than in the middle of the week, so everyone was in agreement that the switch would happen last Saturday.

There was food in that cooler on the right side
of the photo, thanks to the Osbornes of Spring Friends!

I am completely muscle-energy depleted, sleep-pattern jolted, and brain-wave scrambled. We crammed a 15-foot U-Haul and two cars full. I could not have done it without the incredible help I had from Carmen, Zac, Elizabeth and Ron. I will be forever grateful to them.

For now, I have gone from walking around mazes of boxes and items waiting to be packed to walking around mazes of boxes and items waiting to be put away. At the same time, I am trying to hit my stride in this new role, as quickly as possible.

The only bit of misalignment (that I know of) was when an evening gathering I assumed had been canceled for the week was not. I was just about to pull my car up closer to the garage to unload more stuff when I saw a person walking to my door. That required a quick re-calibration, but it all came together fine.

One of the unexpected joys I have found is when previous directors or their family members interact with one of my social media postings of photos of the house. Quaker House Directors live at the house. So, when I see their name pop up, I realize they have their own memories associated with that image. I have met three previous director units (directors or co-director couples) and some of their family members. It is a fun sense of continuity. It is also a bit comforting to think that they truly know what lies ahead for me.

As far as the mazes of unpacking and organizing that remain — I’m so glad Monday is Labor Day!

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Artful Expressions

Chuck Fager organized an art event at Spring Friends.

There was music by Scott Holmes and Company (Caleb and Liam).

There were all sorts of handmade books by Lynette Russell, including this little (about 5 inches tall) bookcase book, with books.

Beautiful quits and query cards (not pictured) by Mary Miller.

There was poetry reading, too, including selections from Emily Dickinson read by Chuck Fager, Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson, read by Elizabeth Osborne (wonderful life lessons), The House was Quiet and the World was Calm by Wallace Stevens, read by Kara VanHooser (perfect for readers), and Freedom’s Prayer by Scott Holmes, read by him (defense attorneys might relate).

The event was called the Art of Fearlessness and was in conjunction with similar events in other areas. Sharing creations of the soul takes a bit of fearlessness. Plunging into your dreams takes a bit of fearlessness, too.

What would Fearless You do?

What do you create? What would you like to create?

There are still many things left for me to create.