Every other Wednesday I meet with my practicum facilitator (or the “I”m Feeling Guy” as my husband refers to him) on the fourth floor of The Seattle School building at 11am. At noon I move to the big black leather slouch of a couch down the hall and journal about it. Then at 12:30pm I gather, with other students.

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A different 3rd year MDiv student facilitates our time every week.

It’s always different and always a little clumsy and very heartfelt. I’m a crier so I usually cry. We sit on the floor or on benches.  We put a prayer in the wall or light a candle. We gaze upon the icons and breath deeply.  We exchange the peace and read outloud. We talk or listen, drink and eat.

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Then we leave.
We walk downstairs and heat up our lunch.
We head to the classroom or library.
We go on about our day.

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Read Leanna’s follow-up story from her fourth year, “Communion & Difference.”