Feet are washed.

Tonight, we celebrated the 3 weeks our group has been together. We washed feet. Feet that had sand between toes from our trip to the ocean this afternoon. Some stooped low to wash the feet of others. We sang songs. Lit candles. Said a blessing to one another. How can it be that something so raw and powerful can come with little planning and still have everyone involved? It was a good night. I can't believe I have this job.