Twirling in the sanctuary
Tonight at the Hanging of the Green I watched my daughter worship God by twirling in the sanctuary.
It ended with a big thump on the side of a pew and big, big tears.
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Musings in making and finding Home in this wild and wonderful world.
Tonight at the Hanging of the Green I watched my daughter worship God by twirling in the sanctuary.
It ended with a big thump on the side of a pew and big, big tears.
Read MoreGetting to a point where I feel this is my perspective most of the time. Peeking in, watching for where she’ll go next, what she’ll dream or try.
Read MoreAncestors can peek from the corners of a smile or the wrinkle of a nose.
Read MoreSpongy moss cushioned my feet for a perfect summer storm this afternoon, the weather and my mind matching in time. Clouds of identity, responsibility, everything, clumping up and looming thick. Wife and daughter, niece and grandchild. Mama. Where is shelter?
Read MoreSometimes it’s really hard to come up with something to do and I just want to deep dive into my phone for a while. Nothing pretty about that. Meanwhile, there’s a whole living, breathing one-year-old who can’t do anything BUT find things to do, books to read, and light to dance in right here in front of me.
Realized last night that maybe I’ve been at this the wrong way.
I’m going try to follow her lead.
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