Yesterday we had our first big snowstorm of the winter and that meant a snow day for the city! I actually work from home on Tuesdays, but I was still all like… … and since James still needed to walk to his office he was all like … … despite the fact that I sacrificially tromped through the snow alongside him in a show of support. Ok, so really I just wanted to play a while and throw fluffy white stuff in the air before cloistering myself inside to study, to which James was all … … until I gave him this endearing facial expression… … and he caved and let me have a snow throwing fest, party of one. AND IT WAS MAGICAL, just like this city when it’s all coated in white. Despite his apparent lack of enthusiasm in these pictures, James actually did enjoy our snowy tromp across Capital Hill. How can you not? Everyone gets a little ridiculous with the first snow. Everyone was racing down the streets on sleds, building motley snowmen on sidewalks, and catching flakes on lashes and tongues. It won’t be this exciting if it’s still coming down in March, but for February, this snow was just right. How about you all — who had snow days this week? I know that our measly 8 inches pales in comparison to Boston’s million feet or any winter survived by Laura Ingalls and co, but it was still wonderful enough to slow us down for a day. How have you been spending these snowy winter days?
- "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.