On the morning of the sale, I realized that I had forgotten to include a large glass vase. I was busy getting things ready for the sale, so I set the vase on top of a bookshelf in the dining room.
|Yard Sale, photo by Alivia B|
Over the following week, I tried various methods to get the glass sliver out of my finger, to no avail. It was painful, but invisible, and I could see that it was not infected. I realized that I just needed to wait for the glass to naturally work its way out of my finger.
After a few days, it no longer hurt, but it was strange to know (and to be able to feel) that there was a small piece of glass in my body. Just yesterday—three weeks after the sale and when I had nearly forgotten about it—the glass finally started to come to the surface of my fingertip.
Coincidentally (or more likely, not), yesterday was also the day I had set aside for re-entry after returning home from the FGC Gathering. In my slowed-down, processing state, my healing finger seemed like an apt metaphor for some of the deeper healing that happened for me at the Gathering—healing of deep spiritual wounds that I didn't know I still had.
I feel like I am just starting to understand some of the healing that has taken place. I know that I will write more about my experiences at the Gathering because I need to report back to my meeting and the Pickett Endowment, but I don't have the words quite yet.
Instead, I am working through my feelings with art and music. I spent most of meeting yesterday creating this Venn diagram of what happened for me at the Gathering (and what did not).
I did, in fact, have a lot to say about my experiences at the FGC Gathering, once I had a little more time to process. Here are the posts I wrote about it:
FGC Gathering: Some Thoughts on Privilege
FGC Gathering: Vocal Ministry
FGC Gathering: Report
Traveling Minute and Endorsements