Sometimes the days go by too quickly and the week still feels so long. Sometimes there are so many things to do, to buy, to watch, to finish, to start – that you walk around with your head only half in the moment and half fixated on an endless to-do list. Sometimes you are stressed, and you don’t even know why you’re stressed, because life is going just fine, but then you find yourselves reading articles online until you want to cry in the fetal position because everything you are eating will supposedly kill you, and every life choice you are making is wrong, and everyone seems to hate each other in the world, and it’s just too much. Sometimes you just can’t stop comparing your one life with the conglomerate curated best of other people’s lives and it will always come up lacking. Sometimes you are distracted by all this and you are running out the door to do one more thing on that infernal list, and then you look down. And you stop. And you see something beautiful, and fragile, and unexpected. And for some reason, it calms you, and you remember how incredibly blessed we are to live in this one wild, changing, frustrating, confusing, and beautiful world.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramIt’s been the desperately whispered encouragement for the past couple months, exhausting months where parenting and adult responsibilities left us little energy to just be Us: staycation is coming. We went a whopping two miles away for a decadent 2 nights together... and it was everything. Rest and laughter and time to remember, hey- I loved you before I loved the family and life we have built together. Beyond thankful for the past couple days . (And shout out to the grandma who made it all possible -@angiecolemanstone. She’s the real MVP)Went out of my way this week to pass this cemetery a couple times, because I can’t get over this display of beauty and life in the midst of death. That’s the painful beauty of Holy Week, the uneasy blend of sorrow and joy that leads us to Easter, passing through death on the way to life.