Firsts. You spend your entire life with them. It's not always that we feel like we're doing things for the first time, but every morning when you wake up, you're living that day for the first time. When you are in a new place though surrounded, the concept of Firsts feels much more raw. First time cooking brunch for 12 people. First discussions with people you have known for about 72 hours, about life and beyond. First hike alongside the creek. First jazz concert. First time bottle feeding a 5-day olf calf. First time (and hopefully the last) getting lost in the woods in the dark. Firsts...it's really a matter of perspective. It brings with it opportunity, and with opportunity we can find hope, which is really all you need - its the flashlight in the pitch black woods that assures you that you'll get home safely.
Orientation days 2 & 3 have been intense seminars, exploring the village and the woods, attending workshops for cooking, pottery, the works. I have so much gratitude towards the fact that I'm living in such a wonderful life-sharing community, humbled that I've been chosen to have the opportunity for these enriching experiences. I've taken far too many things for granted in the past, but I hope I can do everything I've been given right now, justice.
Orientation days 2 & 3 have been intense seminars, exploring the village and the woods, attending workshops for cooking, pottery, the works. I have so much gratitude towards the fact that I'm living in such a wonderful life-sharing community, humbled that I've been chosen to have the opportunity for these enriching experiences. I've taken far too many things for granted in the past, but I hope I can do everything I've been given right now, justice.
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