DAY 059 – DESIGNING DANGEROUSLY

Seasons

Beth and I typically (I initially wrote always, but I’m completely done with absolutes) have a shift with the changing of the seasons. A period of adjustment if you will, particularly while winter descends as the final leaves from a tree, quiet and subtle but only headed one direction. 

I sense myself returning to a season, but it feels like spring thawing, making a temporary mess of the perfect frozen blades of grass standing at attention. This Arts+Faith group we’ve been piloting is part of it. I’m back at the real work, turning over rocks to see what truth lies underneath. Looking for poetry to share, art that communicates more deeply than metaphor, narratives that break and mend my heart over and over. I’m thumbing those books from college that haven’t been explored in a few years.