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Vashon Island {The Sackett Family, Redux}

kids Vashon Island {The Sackett Family, Redux}

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One year ago. The last picture I made of her in ou

One year ago. The last picture I made of her in our old house. How has it already been a year? How has it only been a year?

The time is here, they will tell you, to think abo

The time is here,
they will tell you,
to think about all the ways you can be better, the tiny sadnesses you hold in
your belly or thighs.
they want you
to unearth them and say to the world

how you have failed again, will try
harder.

To bear the glossy magazine pages
you ate from ages 12-17, to be more forgiving, to drive the speed limit and read more, curb your anger, sugar consumption.

You must confess
your lack of mastery over time, the tricky
beast never learned to walk a straight line.

You must vow to pray more, be kind to everyone (especially her) definitely read more, grow tomatoes swollen with
the sun.

While they are waiting
for your resolute confession, you can
close your eyes
feel your heart beating,
your blood an ancient ocean. You can
hear if you listen,
a symphony of the most ordinary
days. You can
remember how
you didn’t run a half- marathon but
you learned to smile with your eyes,
make a bolognese sauce,
learned the hummingbirds
by wing. You can

look at the gorgeous red apples still hanging on the bare branches.

You can look at your hands,
the silver sky, your children’s blue eyes
and tell them

I really have done something
with my life.

(bonne année mis amis)

Feliz Navidad de Baja. Creo que me quedaré aquí.

Feliz Navidad de Baja. Creo que me quedaré aquí.

Amos quotes: “Well, I just stepped on a dead puffer fish. I’m probably going to die now.”

Glad to report he’s still with us.

In Latin, We are humus, human. Bodies made of dirt

In Latin,
We are humus, human. Bodies made of dirt.
In Hebrew we are Adam-
first person, made of adamah, earth.

Earthen vessels. Miracles. Stardust molecules recycled a billion times.

The humility of the incarnation- the Creator became a dirt person too. Entered into creation breathing and sweating and bleeding redemption and rescue and love. For us. Became a vulnerable flesh and blood baby. A baby! What a scandal. No one would believe this story. They were looking for a mighty king, an overcoming political victor. A warrior on a white horse.

Who knew that real power looks like dependence, gentleness, fragility and service? Who knew that God could become one to walk among us, the picture of Divine Love enfleshed? Wrapped in nerve and muscle, elbows and eyelashes.

Find God in the mysteries of darkness, in the Light breaking though always. My favorite day, this solstice. The day the heavens sing eternal truths- that Light is born in the darkest night. It always returns, radiant, brilliant. Celebratory laps across the skies. Across my heart. A hope. A wellspring. A wonder.

We need only winter for a while.

(Thanks to my sweet girl @sabineuhler for the conversation that sparked these thoughts)

“Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Car

“Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee?” Lynyrd Skynyrd

From our trip to North Carolina in July to visit our girl. Getting to adventure with our adult kids is one of the best things about them growing up.

Happy birthday my love. So glad you were born. And

Happy birthday my love. So glad you were born. And that we met on this day literally half your lifetime ago.

Thanks for all the adventures (well, most of them anyway). Close to home or clear across the world we know how to make it happen.

Cardigan sweaters (I will not stop making Mr. Rogers jokes) and Pendleton blankets. Cigars on the porch and a nice whiskey with friends. Theology, philosophy, history with a heavy dose of Teddy. At home in a well-cut suit or climbing a mountain without a shower for days. Always always serving before being served, making sure everyone else gets to have fun whether you do or not.

I’m the lucky one.

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