Midnight is a liminal space...
As I sit here now in Service to the Divine at my secular job my mind races, unsteady and unable to be quieted. I connect to the Earth beneath me, sending my roots deep deep down, and try to grasp a reflection of reality that is bigger, bolder than my surroundings. Night medications are done, the paperwork is filed, the phone-calls continue, hand sanitizer flows free irritating the skin and permeating the office space with it's subtle smell. Homelessness in not going away anytime soon, the Virus is still raging and everyone is bracing for the next wave to hit. Mental Health of the people that I see here tonight is gentle, in need of tending. I sit with them, I listen, I crack jokes if they are welcomed. I make medical database entries afterwards and I continue my frequent rounds through the night to make sure they all will still be here in this realm come morning. I hope tonight will be one of the days where I would be there for them when they need me, - on time, present, feeling,