Y’all, I hit another wall this week. Yesterday specifically. The news. The rising cases. My inability (reluctance?) to address some of the hard topics with the folks I’m closest to. and then I’d see a softening. an email from a friend. a post on Instagram. a text. and I’d feel better. for a minute. Today was even harder. I abandoned my morning time to the news and couldn’t shake this graphic.
Georgia is barely deserving of the light brown at 48%. I expect we’ll be painted dark brown any day now. (also, this graphic is from a publication that I value for open-minded reporting and why I’m having to describe the charts in terms of light and dark brown troubles me. gah!)
Meanwhile. windows and doors. When we took Holly for a walk on Monday afternoon, the sun was shining … and reflecting off the windows. I pointed out “windows” to Charlie, and he asked what that meant. I told him about looking into other places. I’m not sure that meant anything to him, but for me, it’s a view into something better. And doors. they’re an actual way into that something. A view and a path. Windows and doors.
The time we spend with the boys is both those things.
This is Art Camp.
This is the rest of Marmie & Poppa camp.
Sometimes we see through windows. and on our best days we open doors.
Friends, I pray we can do both.