I begin every week in solitude, catching up from the week before and trying to put some order to the coming week. Last week, the order lasted all of about five minutes, yet I think my week was exactly what it needed to be. I was riding the rapids, not knowing what was coming next, but it was exactly as it needed to be. I’m completely drained. Two funerals, a friend at Richview who almost died last Monday night, and some friends going through very deep personal crises, another with a marriage in crisis. It’s humbling that the times I’ve been most needed this week have been the times I could do nothing but be present and listen. No words, no advice, just the gift of my time and my ear. Who knows what this week will hold.