mugs, words, hearts, and poppies
I am wrapping up a months-long internship before graduation, which means ‘terminating’ or transferring to my supervisor the clients I’ve come to know and care about throughout my clinical year. Just when my sea legs found their steady, it’s time to push off and figure the next shore.
This should always be the goal, though, no? …to help guide and walk alongside in an effort to send others off and onto their own surer footing and figuring, right? I’ve been caught by surprise a few times, though, in the kindness and tenderness of those on the other end of the conversation wishing me well too. Humans need humans, and this experience has only confirmed for me the the beauty and salve that is community shared.
For months, this has been my view in cubicle land that I’ll soon pack up and take home.
A print that reminds me to be a “tall poppy.”
A heart that captures the spirt we should carry into every dawn.
A mug that reminds me to fix my feet and find my path—with a straight back and soft heart. …to always stand tall.
“What’s next?” people will inquire.
…and I think I’ve been eyes and heart wide open to that notion all my life.
“Nothing is worth more than this day.” —Goethe
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