Thursday, August 26th, 1999
The Last Word
Well, I have not followed through and sent you the Chronicle about my Kosova
experience, mostly because I haven't written it. I figure there has to be
something left to tell you all in person when I see you next. I have been
VERY busy trying to finish up work AND plan for my holiday which begins
two more days orienting my successor, who happens to be someone I know from
Minnesota... its a small world after all!! I have a lot of sadness leaving
the relationships that I've heartfully nurtured since the moment I arrived
here. And, at the same time, I am excited about reuniting with my kids and
family and friends.
I will be job hunting upon return... no, actually starting right now. You
who are in the social service field in Minnesota... you know who who are...
please keep your eyes open for something that requires the exceptional
abilities with which I have been so blessed. You may either email notice of
these to me at this email address or wait and call me at home after the 16th
of September at 651‑894‑1539. I can start on the 17th of September. OK,
maybe the 18th! I am looking for a supervisory position... I really enjoy
supervising, I have found. Something in the mental health field, perhaps
with a spiritual twist to it, working with blood fued issues, for example,
or restorative justice family conferencing with murder cases. Or running a
retreat center in downtown Minneapolis. Or advocating to save the white
pines in Northern Minnesota... oh, I forgot, most of them were blown down...
very sad... I need to go there when I return to grieve their loss. You get
As I walked home tonight, after my going away party ended around 9:00 PM,
which, by the way, was very, very fun, with dancing and food and drink and
laughter, I walked much more slowly than usual, recalling all the hugs and
kisses and good wishes and thank you's, intentionally noticing the strong
smells from garbage rotting, and coffee brewing, and listening to the
laughter of men gathered together on the street, and greeting the old man
who owns a small shop where I often buy akkulore (ice cream) on my way home
from work. I particularly noticed the couples... couples of every age and
gender combinations... mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, girlfriends
and boyfriends, grandmas and grandsons, walking slowly, even more slowly
than I at my slowed pace, arm in arm.... arm in arm, intimately talking with
each other, bending toward the other to hear every important word spoken, or
to just feel the warmth of the other's breath against their face. Admiring
the full moon, they slowly walked along the streets and the narrow, dark and
potholed alleyways, without a fear in the world, absorbed in the joy of
sharing the cool and still evening in each other's presence.
Until we meet again, I remain, your Albanian correspondent...