Today marks five years since I made this city my home. So I took myself to the Ryman to be serenaded by Harry Connick, Jr. Happy Nashiversary to me!
Nothing inspires, challenges, and moves me quite like watching my friend be the amazing mama she is to her pride of lions.
Cathi, you have more grace in your pinky toe than I could ever muster in my lifetime... So please keep rubbing off on me. I need all the grace/Cathi I can get!
I learn so much about wholeheartedness from this now-three-year-old. My Bear certainly knows how to live life ALL IN...
Love doesn't just look on suffering and injustice and say, "That breaks my heart for you." That, at best, is sympathy. At worst, it's pity.
No... Love chooses to insert itself into the suffering and injustice, and says, "I will sit right here in the darkness with you, and I will do all I can to fight for justice on your behalf." ______
New post. Link in profile.
Love rights wrongs. Anything less simply isn't love.
New post on the blog. Link in profile.
the most courageous act
a human can do is
"Auntie 'Lece? Will you come snuggle with me? Just for a little bit?" Now THAT is an offer I can't refuse. Especially at bedtime on my godson's fifth birthday.
H U M P • D A Y
The annual Steeplechase tradition never disappoints...
Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.
Steeplechase prep... Going big with the Derby hats this year...
It doesn't even matter if it's a brown lake with power lines overhead... Sand and water make this island girl's heart happy.
This man is my hero.
The very first trafficking victim he rescued was HIS OWN SISTER. And he's helped find and free over 300 more since then.
His story is up on my blog, along with a video that sums up my time in Thailand last month. Would you take 5 minutes to link over and learn more about human trafficking and the vital work of @theexodusroad? (Link in profile.)
Sometimes it takes a (drastic) change of scenery to remember... It is well with my soul.
L'chaim! // To life!
I still need to unpack from my Thailand trip.
Physically and metaphorically.
The unzipped, still-half-full suitcase on my closet floor reminds me that I still need to at least attempt to make sense of all that I saw and heard and learned and experienced. Though "make sense" isn't even accurate—not really. Because some things just cannot be made sense of.
But I need to try to take these thoughts, feelings, memories, questions... and clothe them in syllables—dress these intangibles with threads of letters so that I can hold them in my hands and trace them with my fingers in the way a blind woman perceives what she cannot see through the darkness.
I need to let myself fully feel.
To sit in the dark.
To grapple toward the light.
Until the words come... #theexodusroad
This spring window closes quickly in Nashville, but for now... For now, I am soaking up every last bit of these heat-and-humidity-less days and evenings.
These moments call for quiet strolls and picnics and porch sittin'. These moments call for eyes-closed exhales. These moments call for gratitude.
These moments call... And I'm making time to listen and dance and swoon...
Sometimes it's someone else's words that say it best:
I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow...