In April, we prayed and prayed for a house that could fit the three of us near the market, and we were answered with this simple joy. I’m reminded every time I walk home (that’s right, walk home) how we never imagined being given such a solution.
We visited an island with no electricity and only twenty or so houses, where there’s more time
and good hats.
I admired the hard work and genius behind other small businesses
and appreciated their enormous affect on their communities.
And I learned to cook & serve lobster, a big check on the “Someday I want to _____” list.
Mistakes were made. Certain days flew by because I spent them worrying over little things. I rushed through the best stages, only to realize what they were as they closed up. Sometimes it took me a couple days to remember to thank someone.
But: we had one beach cookout, four of us, with only a flashlight to help us find the ketchup, and when I was walking to the beach lugging the bag of groceries, in the dark over the dunes, I was for several moments completely absorbed in what was happening and how totally awesome it was.
If you have summer ruminations (or haikus) I’d love to read them.