moving
moving forward
The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. – Rainer Maria Rilke Everyday we move, shifting our things from box to home. Like new lovers, we fumble around
lately
I said “I am falling”; but your constant love, oh Lord, has held me up. — psalm 94:18 Sometimes life is so busy, so hard, I feel I might be consumed by it. We have
a brief mid-day hike
I noticed my shirt was inside out while brushing my teeth the other day and realized this is how life feels right now: the same shape and design only with all the frayed threads exposed.
on the way
there is a day when the road neither comes nor goes, and the way is not a way but a place. -wendell berry We have been packing boxes and emptying walls and shelves the last