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What friendship costs…
I want to be that kind of friend. On the dark days, in the middle of the storms of life, I want to be someone who can be trusted to show up and speak truth. I want to trust the love of my people enough to make myself vulnerable… if it will help. I want to be someone who can be trusted in the dark alleys of the soul.
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The Strong Ones…
this space has become a place where we can be both. There are places in my life that require me to be strong. There are a few places that allow me to be weak. There are very few that support me when I’m both. Around this table, we have created a space for both.
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Making new friends…
In this season of my life, I am realizing that new friendships are harder to come by. As my life has shifted and reshaped itself over time, there are fewer hours to find for new faces. Where once, we could spend long afternoons getting to know one another over slow cups of coffee, now we must fit it in between the blocks of our already overscheduled lives.
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What is saving my life now…
The color, shape, rhythm, and light in the world has a new power to move me. I feel starved for beauty and I am grabbing hold of scraps of wonder and gulping them down like my life depends on it.
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Just the two of us…
In the wake of this, Keith and I are taking a bit of a breather. Looking around at the space in our lives and thinking about what we want moving forward. Now seems like a good time to reassess and reimagine what we want to fill our lives.
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How many for dinner…
Over the past few years, the number has grown and is growing. First came the “others,” the girlfriend and boyfriend that have been grafted into the family. Then, came the grandson and the second is on the way. Our family is growing exponentially.
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Fancy friends…
We’ve been there for each other’s moments of great drama and the simple sweetness of living in community. But this isn’t what brought us together last Saturday night.
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Mountain Day…
Our memories don’t overlap. We didn’t know each other there, but the ways the place touched our lives, and the golden glow it retains even now, connect us to that time and each other. She was nineteen and stepping out into the world for the first time. I was thirty-nine and had a bit more experience under my belt.
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Workday…
We are finding our way. I don’t think we realized how hard the adjustment would be to add three new family members in just over a year. We never thought about how new people would shift and change our old ways of being. Family life in this season is wider and deeper and a bit unwieldy at times.
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One job…
We sipped our wine and picked at our salads. Words can be hard to find when the weight of the moment overwhelms. Together we grieve, and separately we bear our own burdens. Each of us faces our own set of challenges, still we gather for solace and encouragement in this long friendship.