Sister Claire has gotten really good at communicating this year.
I appreciated this when I had a fullblown fit of tears and quarantine panic flashbacks during our discussion of what precautions to take before meeting up.
When I hurt her with things I shouldn’t have said, and made her cry, she lashed back enough for me to see her pain, then gracefully recovered in front of my eyes.
When I felt unheard, she listened, even through my long pauses, and affirmed what I needed affirmed.
When I failed to listen, trapped in eddies of thoughts and emotions, she patiently repeated things.
Appreciate all this and more. Appreciate that I should sleep now.