Y’all, my baby brother is getting married. MARRIED. TO A REALLY AMAZING WOMAN. I still think of him as the little blond boy who had skinny little legs and followed around my older brother and myself, but somewhere along the way he grew into a man. A MAN WHO IS GETTING MARRIED. When he moved to DC a while ago, it was amazing. Family dinners! Road trips! Movie nights! Ruth moved out here this summer, and if I thought I loved her before, it was confirmed when she was my roomie for the summer. We would watch Dawson’s Creek just to sing along with the song (yep, go ahead and watch it and then come back), consume lots of cheese, and stay up talking. I could not be happier that she is becoming my sister and that our family out here in DC is growing.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramAnother day of seeking the peace of wild things with my wild things and OK FINE, I’ll post the whole poem in this comment- just because you [didn’t] ask. When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. -Wendell BerryThis morning Henry heard us talking about what’s happening around the country, heard it again from our pastor as we streamed church online. So we had the talk, about racism and violence and protest and right and wrong. It is the worst thing that we have to even have these conversations, and the best thing that so many people I know are having them. Nothing is more encouraging about the future than how confused children are when you explain that some people hate others just because their skin is different.