When the unexpected hits close to home, it makes us wonder and it makes us ready.
We’ve got a house full of people, dirt, and dried beans. Do we have the provisions to survive disaster? Are we in a safe haven of youth and liveliness or a danger zone teeming with bacteria? Are we better off here, in our house full of young adults, so willing to love and learn or should we seek safer ground? Are we more able to adapt to a shift in mood –from chill to urgent, from folly to fear– while we are still adapting to the changing curves of our body and bones in our back?
The fear of a brother in the woods as the temperature dropped brought the Farm House community together– not just the 17 house residents but 40+ close friends. The kitchen grumbled, sighed, and soothed through the night. First it was emotional eating– What should we do? I’ll put some quinoa on. Let’s open this bag of chips. Quesadillas anyone? This was followed by nervous dish-washing and stomach tightening– I can’t eat right now. On our search, we brought bundles of bananas, they returned home, not a nibble taken but many a bruise. Upon his return, kettles where set bubbling for tea and hot cocoa to warm the uplifting spirits. We had the provisions for this one. The love, the trust, the brave, the loud, the biscuits, and the smooshed bananas.
He gave me a bright flowery old lady shirt during our clothing swap. We gave him a hard time for his inability to follow a conversation. He gave us all one freaky-ass night, one that brought us together, brought out the best in us, and brought a brother home. It could of ended worse but I’m glad it ended well and exceedingly happy there are 17 murky yet translucent minds sleeping at home tonight.
I think we have the provisions to survive emergency. Not because of the shelves overflowing with bulk food or the boxful of used candles lying under my bed but because of the community that every person who steps through this door becomes a part of. Many hearts have been tickled and touched.