I want to feel free, to feel uninhibited by anyone’s expectations. To find the delicate balance between being considerate of those dearest to me and feeling free.
Sometimes, when I consider myself, I see someone I did not intend to be.
And then I wonder if someday I will look back on my life and see something much less rich, much less meaningful.
I fear that I may not make the most of my relationships, might let people and moments pass without adequately understanding or appreciating their significance, all they had to offer.
I fear not fully embracing who I am and where I am. I fear letting down those I hold most dear.
Matthew came home from work yesterday (at Anathoth Garden) with some dirty hands. They were pruning fruit trees! So cool. I learned a lot just from hearing him share about it. The idea of shaping the life of a tree seems so beautiful to me. And I absolutely loved seeing Matthew with his dirt-stained fingers, knowing how much he enjoyed the work.
Sweet moment. Right after Matthew proposed on the MomC, my late Papa’s sailboat. Christmas Eve. These pictures have been long awaiting their debut.
My professor truly made my day yesterday when she played this [song by Mason Jennings] as we were dismissed for our mid-class break. We had been having a discussion on pluralism, exclusivism, and inclusivism, within the context of religious beliefs.
Though questioning some of its statements, I love the song’s playful spirit, especially within the context of our conservative divinity school. I love its challenge: Really? You’re saying there’s just one way to love and come to God? What do we mean when we speak of God? What is meant by one way?
Louis Armstrong: “La Vie En Rose” (1959 Belgium)