Being in Kolkata has been a whirlwind of emotions. I am not only fulfilling a lifelong dream, but also coming at a time of critical discoveries in my life. I am coming to terms with what the next season holds. Coming to terms with the little girl who dreamt of Mother Teresa all those years ago, learning that she held the future all along. I walk around with joy on my face and a lump in my throat, constantly overwhelmed with paradoxical emotions.
When those emotions become to much, I go to Mother Teresa's tomb. I cry and I pray and I learn. Her tomb is the ultimate sacred space, simultaneously exposing and healing wounds.
Today as a few of us left mass a nun asked if we would come help her clean out the room where the tomb is. She closed the door and we began- sweeping the floors, cleaning the windows, wiping down the tomb.
In that moment it became painfully clear to me what the next season will be- it will be a time of cleaning the sacred spaces. Doing work that is not in slums or crowds, but behind closed doors. A time to stop producing and creating, but instead gently finding order among chaos. It will be lowly, dirty and difficult- but through it all things will be made new.
