I know, I know – there have been a lot of photoshoots posted over here lately instead of my usual titillating discourses on such worthy subjects as our current activities and eating habits. But I couldn’t resist sharing one more, because BABIES in BASKETS with BALLOONS. Plus, it is kind of fun to remember when Clara was born last year, and then when she couldn’t quite sit up on her own last spring, and now she is walking! Happy one year on this earth Clara!
- "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.