In our first round of check ins, about half of the people in our small group included the same adjective to describe themselves.

 

"Tired."

 

Our recent strategy is to pass around the box of questions. It is a way to explore our thoughts and relationships in a fresh way. There have been spiritual growth books in the past, and programs to follow. 

 

The conversation catalyst last week was simple enough. 

 

"What would you miss if you moved?"

 

Each of us took a stab at it. None of us is on the brink of a new address, though some have recently helped their kids and aging parents across that bridge. As the responses sauntered around the circle I noticed a theme. There was gratitude for the attributes of their kitchen view, or the garden, or the spacious basement. But many spoke as if the ties to where they live are temporary. Lovely, to be sure. But moving would not be devastating. They spoke as if the things they have come to value are less tethered to brick and mortar. Or drywall and plywood as the case may be. 

 

There was one answer that made us laugh. 

 

"I hope you would miss me," said a husband to his wife of forty years. 

 

When the last person had had a chance to answer, and we said the prayer, we stood around for good byes. No one rushed out the door, even the ones who had reported being short on sleep. Perhaps a second wind comes in on the heels of connection, which can be as rejuvenating as forty winks. 

 

Next week we are doing something different. We will share a meal. Because it is not exclusively about words.