//breakfast conversation with Seth (5)//
Seth: What day is it – am I going to school today?
Miska: Yes, it’s Tuesday.
Seth (smile breaking across his face): Tuesday?! Today is sharing day!
Me: What are you supposed to bring to share?
Seth: Something that begins with the letter “D”
Me (grinning): Well…you could bring…“D”addy.
Seth: No, you wouldn’t fit in my cubby.
Seth’s right, you know. I wouldn’t fit in his cubby.
However, there’s lots of places I do fit, places that are my places. I fit at that breakfast table each morning, sharing the breakfast I’ve made for my family. I fit on our worn, brown leather couch with my wife Miska, sitting close so we are sure to touch. I fit drinking coffee with Seth and playing Uno with Wyatt. I fit walking up and down the streets in my neighborhood, waving to neighbors and finding myself in all kinds of conversations. I fit with my spiritual community, All Souls, praying prayers and asking questions and hearing stories and hoping in the gospel. I fit with a few soul friends who know the real me – and who keep coming back for more. I fit around our dinner table with our family and friends where there is laughter and wine and where we are all telling our “high/low.”
For a guy who’s spent much of his life feeling like the proverbial square peg, it’s good to remember all the places where my heart is at home. In the years ahead, I’m looking forward to become more “me.” And to resting more fully into all these places (and the ones I’ve yet to discover) where I belong.