this is where i work.

its called the "refectory" and is where the monks used to eat. though perhaps not apple pie and sweet potatoes, which we had today to celebrate american independence day(?).

i have a team of four: a swede, brit, scot, american, and me. we fold laundry, wash mugs, bath mats, rubber gloves, tea towels, rags, knickers, mop heads, teaspoons, and the floor.

we talk about politics, the world cup, justice, making music, and our understandings of god, organized faith, love, and other things that matter. and sometimes we don't talk at all.

and we talk about you, the people we love and spend our time with and who have shaped us into who we are.

here's to "remembering" as an art form and spiritual discipline.