All things are in motion. The greater moments in my life I have felt swept along a current--and I like to think of it as the river of God's goodness. When circumstances exist beyond my own accomplishment or activity, I can only acknowledge the Lord's blessings. I can only step back, thankful.
We have a new house, the sweetest little Tudor Rival on the quietest little street with large oak trees shading the sidewalks. We have a backyard full of rose bushes and a mantle with Art Nouveau embellishments. The house was built in 1927, and I can't help but think of the first owners. Were they young? Newlyweds? I like to imagine these details, the history of a home that is now mine.
We'll be flying to Ireland the day after the wedding. Eight days there: cliffs, castles, traces of my own ancestry.
The past and present collide, affirming these days of transition and change in my own small existence. It's a chemical change of sorts--simple and quiet, an altogether new substance of life formed by the exchange of energy.
And I can only step back, thankful.
Enjoy Sarah Jaffe, "Clementine". Love it.
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