It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon on lake just like many others they had experienced together on that long boat ride back to camp after Monday morning meetings. Today would be different however in so many ways although neither of them knew it at this point. John had decided that the scenic route would be the best way to return to camp this afternoon. They were caught up in conversation about the failing state of the organization they both had called home for many years. They loved this dearly, but were sad to see the continued decline of morale and student enrollment. As well, the seeming inability of others to see the reality of what was occurring frustrated both of them greatly possibly even angering them. As they were chatting and becoming more animated they kept on going and missed their turn around Bear Island. Sarah noticed this however did not wish to say anything due to enjoying the conversation so much and wanting it to continue. Besides, they would not be missed if they were gone a few extra minutes. Dinner on Monday night had been a scarce commodity for each of them this summer as conversations over the phone became more and more heated with each passing week. It seemed that the attempts each of them had been making at presenting reality as they saw were being met with dumbfounded responses as nobody wished to face what was actually occurring.
As they continued boating across the water, each of them enjoyed the beauty of the natural environment of which they were a part of and wondered if this would be the last summer to enjoy the vastness of the Northern Ontario wilderness. Today was exceptionally beautiful as the sun was shining and reflecting off the waves on the water. The trees blew in the breeze and loons sang out in chorus over the sound of the boat motor's roar.
Sarah leaned forward in her seat resting her head her arms. She had been so afraid of coming to this place six years ago. Now she found it to be the place that she felt most at home in the world. There was no need to pretend that she was somebody she was not. She had been accepted for who she was here and been challenged to grow in this world. She liked herself more and more in this environment. Maybe because the distractions and pretenses were gone as everyone worked together to survive in this harsh land. Maybe because there was no pressure to be someone she was not, someone that dressed in frilly clothes and cared about wearing make-up. She could wear hiking boots or her Chacos in almost any environment and be perceived as casual, dressy or even attractive. She was also feeling more and more at home within her personality. She could be somewhat soft and continue to be a good leader. She was able to take in others' personality and learned interpret them well to others. This was a gift as she did this well among both staff and students alike, being a bridge identifying others good intentions at learning to love well while fumbling with the execution of these intentions.
Sarah reminisced about the past an how she had been so afraid of many things and of John and now she felt so at home in his presence and not at all on edge and wondering his motives. She looked back on the days when she would freeze up when he was around unable to think at all for fear that he would judge her as an unfit staff member. With these thoughts, she sighed deeply and unknowingly began to tear up.
John turned his glance in her direction wondering what she was thinking. Despite the questioning in his mind, he struggled in his ability to share these thoughts aloud instead just placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it in an assuring way that only they would understand within the context of their relationship. With this, Sarah was startled back to the here and now. Turning her head from its forward facing position, she looked up at him and wondered what his eyes were saying behind his sunglasses. She understood his need to wear them, both for their function of blocking out the glare of the sun and as a shield to protect his heart. So often, she wished that he did not hide behind these lenses because it severely hindered her ability to read him. His eyes truly were the windows to his soul. Without words, Sarah was often able to read him through his eyes. Knowing that this would not be allowed to occur this afternoon, Sarah took a risk and asked him what he was thinking.
John was slow to respond to this line of questioning as he was so often disconnected from his own feelings. He lowered the motor's rpm, took off his sunglasses and exhaled slowly as if there were something physically preventing him from speaking until doing so. He then continued, "I just looked over and saw a tear running down your face. I know that emotions run deep in you and that you are more likely to help others express their emotions than to share your own, although they affect you deeply. I was wondering what you were thinking and feeling and whether you would be willing to share these things with me. You see, I admire your ability to learn to understand me. I love so much, how you have come to understand who I really am, accept me for that person and challenge me to learn different ways of relating all without being as condescending as many other therapists and other can be. Or have been really. You don't judge me and just love me. You understand me and I want to understand you too, if you'll let me."
With this expression of his hidden heart's desire, Sarah began sobbing. She had recognized that she had the uncanny ability that others valued, especially in relation to John, but she had no idea that he valued this gift in her. Never in her life had she experienced somebody just "getting" her in this way. As her sobbing increased the compassion and love for her swelled in John's heart. An emotion he had rarely allowed himself to feel let alone express. He turned toward her in his seat and opened he arms toward her with an impish grin spreading across his face. This expression is one that Sarah had grown to love knowing it was attached to his heart and one of the few ways he knew to express the emotions that so rarely entered his consciousness. At this, Sarah fell into him. His broad shoulders almost swallowing her and containing the emotion that so often she feared would destroy her.