because motives matter
This year Katie's birthday post includes a surprise gathering, a long marriage, and a poem about boundary stones and covenant love. Sometimes a birthday is less about getting older and more about noticing the ground you’ve been given to stand on.
Maybe a nap can be a small Sabbath—an act of trust that the world can turn without me, that strength is received rather than manufactured, that God still reigns— a twenty-minute liturgy of letting go.
When the world dims, another kind of light begins to appear. This is a story of losing some sight and learning to see, not what is visible, but what endures.
The whole weekend was a sabbath for the soul, an intentional setting aside of work and the demands of daily life for recovery and rest.
As a Floridian, I still marvel at the frenetic northern cycle of playing hard for a couple of months and then packing things away, bracing for months of cold.
the daysman 