Not all landscapes are interesting.
Sunsets only happen once per day.
The rest of it is existence. A lot of it is just a body occupying an uninteresting space, in an uninteresting moment.
I am relieved by this.
We are human beings and we already exist. That's a lot better than the alternative.
You can let go.
You aren't who you hoped.
None of us are.
You can remember that like all of us, we stand on an existential miracle and also grace.
You can receive yourself in the same way your recently lost and found kitten waits by the door.
The ultimate hospitality is our own.
I woke up a few mornings ago with a clear message from my dream: homefries.
I saw them on the checkered red and white paper. From somewhere. From some table in my mind I didn't know I had a reservation at. But where? In what room of my own castle does this come from?
I am excited to report that adulthood has mystery. It really does. Mystery that shows up in odd packages, exciting packages, packages you didn't order and can't return.
Mystery that turns into awe when community truly comes together. And the wrapping is the thing: collaboration, people, showing up.
This is the life I want to be living. And it's the life I'm privileged to be living. Mysterious, blessed, beloved community.
And so it is.
