Seeds of change
This weekend, my son and I firmed up our gardening goals for this year and chose the seeds we want to try sowing. I placed our seed order for a rather ambitious garden, but I think I will have real help with my enthusiastic almost-eight-year old and a nearly-three daughter who doesn’t know that pulling weeds isn’t meant to be fun! I look forward to many happy hours in the garden with them this spring and summer.
I re-enter the working world this week, and hardly know what to think about that. I was very competent in that world once upon a time, and I’ve been competent here at home. It will be a balancing act, to serve as well here at home as I always have while being away for a few more hours each week, but I plan to do it with some grace and style. I truly look forward to flexing my social work muscles again. Anytime I think about trying something else, social work always taps me on the shoulder. One of the readings in church this weekend was about hearing one’s calling, the thing one is meant to do most in this world, and social work is mine. Not the vague young decree of “I just want to help people!” because that’s only part of it. It’s helping people to see themselves as they could be, not just as they are, and connecting them with resources that can help them get there. We don’t fix people–they have to do that themselves. We sort of help clear a path, mostly.
It will be a busy week, so I’ll post as much as I am able, and look forward to another cup of tea with you soon!