Some Call this Work
This job of mine is a gift beyond anything I ever could've imagined. As each day passes I meet more and more incredible people that reaffirm that Love truly exists...is abundant even...in this cynical world. Monday night I had my 3rd training class w/ my new volunteers who came with runny noses and a milion things on their plates. They came for the sole purpose of giving their time and hearts to people in need. For no monetary gain, no praise-just because.

Yesterday I started the morning at Healing Hour-a monthly guided-meditation/support session led by our chaplain. We all sat in a candle lit room with the sounds of the ocean lpaying and shared what it is to be a caretaker for the dying. The beauty disguised as sadness. The way it forces you to reframe (thanks Nin) your life and how you experience each moment.

And today really tops it all. I just finished a 2 hour meeting with a Harvard Film student who is getting her PhD in medical anthropology and the dying experience. I found her because I am interested in doing a volunteer-based documentary on the face of the hospice patient. We sat in my office and talked about everything from death rituals in Thialand to the therapuetic value of laughter to what it means to truly be alive. And I got paid for this??!!

Goodness really does reap goodness.