To love someone
is to reveal to them their capacities for life,
the light that is shining in them.
—Jean Vanier

I had a blog for a few years. The title being, Living Life, Abundantly, which later I found to be a bit ironic. I was missing the abundance all around me as I sat staring at the computer screen, writing feelings and thoughts about people and things around me so that people who were not around me could read them. Rarely did I get down to it and just share what I was feeling with those present.

Being one attracted to those precious moments in life where instant gratification is actually attainable, I reacted to this realization by simultaneously deleting my Facebook account as well as my personal blog, leading many to frantically email and wonder what in the world I was doing with my life by "going off the grid."

This was an obvious reaction from many — as I grew up in Ohio, and lived in Washington state and now Ireland. Ireland, this wondrous and mysterious land of beauty and green, came into my life quite by chance. I was unemployed and feeling pressure (better read as "my dad wanted me to go to graduate school"). When one day I found myself at my favorite coffee shop reading a Henri Nouwen book about his time in L'Arche, an organization of intentional communities with adults with disabilities. I took a look at my life and summed it up in two words that got my imagination flowing: unemployed and single.

A few weeks later I found myself wandering through a city with my father when he brought up graduate school, yet again, and my reply was, "I'm actually thinking about applying to live in a L'Arche community abroad" to which he replied, "Cool." I put this into my memory bank of good advice from Dad (which there are endless mental files of) and sent a few emails, which ended with me on a plane landing in a country I've never been with a suitcase full of clothes and with no expectations.

The "no expectations" part of my journey was key. Within hours of arriving to my new home, I realized that had I any, they would have been dashed and smashed beyond recognition. I had paid a therapist for two years to continually hear her tell me to "slow down." Suddenly, I was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Michael, whose name is changed for reasons of privacy, to make his way down the stairs to a ready-made breakfast that was already beginning to cool as he took step by slow step by slow step. Then he paused, and went back upstairs to change his socks. Hours after waking him that morning, a cold breakfast consumed, we made our way through town to work at a turtle's pace. Only then did I recognize the beauty of this moment; he, 65 years of age and having outlived most with Down syndrome, tipped his hat at people who passed him by and embraced and smiled at those friends of his we met along the way.

What in the world was I rushing off to work for anyway, when it made me pass by these people, these neighbors, these new and old friends in this amazing and unique thing we call life. Later that night I laughed to myself as Michael and I slowly, and together, washed him for bed. I made sure his socks were on to his liking and that his pillow was arranged just right. There is no rush, I breathed to myself, as he stopped, took a look at me, and put his hand on my head and sang to himself, "Lord have mercy." The perfect blessing to end the day.

There are days that I forget all that I have learned so far, but I am always thankful for the realization when I come back to the present. When I stray and rush to whatever I have next on my to-do list, which I have the tendency to try and make longer, and immediately am brought back down to reality by those like Michael. This morning I rushed into his room while one of the other assistants was waking him up. I asked her a question, dashed back out, and only later did she tell me what had happened as soon as I left the room. Michael, still in bed, looked up after I left the room (without actually having acknowledged him at all in my need to rush) and said, "Hello!" I turned to him as Joanna told me this story over breakfast. He just smiled at me, said hello, and patted me on the head. I took a breath as he and I embraced, and thought of all the important things that I had on my mind to do today, and quickly the list dissappeared as I sat with my good friend Michael and sipped (instead of gulped) my morning coffee.

Hannah KinsleyHannah Kinsley is a volunteer at L'Arche International.

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Thank you so much for sharing this. Your experience hits home with me. It is very reminiscent of my experience volunteering at an intentional community in Thailand for people recovering from drug addictions. I remember the exact moment after I arrived when I, too, realized that there was no rush and that being present in each moment was more important than getting through my next task. There was a resident from Finland who would give me a gentle reminder each morning with a smile and the short Thai phrase "sabay sabay" which is a reminder that there's no need to rush or worry.

I loved this ,it so spoke to me. I am so sick of the rat race we call life in the USA. Can I work on staff at L'Arche? I am a registered nurse who needs to be able to take care of and really help people.

Wow... your article stopped me dead in my tracks. A much-needed respite/inspiration in the middle of a busy day. Mission accomplished.

Thank you so much for sharing ... I miss these moments too... L'arche irleland,what a peaceful place to be...

Yay for Michael and Yay for the ways God reminds us to slow down and focus on each other and God's love!

Wonderful reminder! Thanks for sharing.

Deeply moved by what I've read from you.

This made my day. I have a son with Down syndrome, and I too, get caught up in the "rat race", but our son always brings me back to center with his amazing insight! Thank you for sharing, this is a wonderful organization I just heard about. And what better place thab Ireland!

Thank you so much for sharing and for reminding me to slow down!

i like this kind of life too.

Your uplifting story reminds me of Geoff in l'Arche Sydney.

I was asked to take him to a local Shopping Mall for a coffee. Geoff so enjoys one-on-one outings to such places as life before l'Arche for him did not include much of that.

It did not take me long to finish my cuppa. Geoff sipped at his for about twenty minutes. Not much chat happened during that time. But Geoff enjoyed the "passing parade."

As he drained his cup with several attempts to get the last drops, I took a sight of relief and said, "OK; we can go now!" But Geoff replied, "That was nice! I think I'll have another one!" And we did.

I was challenged to slow down and enjoy life at Geoff's pace. Thanks Geoff for teaching me to slow down. Thanks, Geoff, for being my friend.