Tonight I sat at a table in Chelsea that sits within that very special six block radius that means so much to so many people I know. And I was alone it. No one I sat with knows the beauty and joy of these stories, of our stories. They met me long after this time had passed. They do not know that this is the placed we were forged. It is the place where we learned to love the hard way. It is the place that we fought for each other. It is the place where we fought for hope. It is the place where we laughed and wept and cried out for more life. So tonight I sat table in the middle of it remembering all that was won and all that was lost. I remembered who we were and the people we would become. All of it a beautiful mess resting in grace. It was a sweet season that has passed but we carry it with us. We will carry it to our ends with joy and thanksgiving. This is who we are… This is who we are…
Home.
—Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
My dad sent me this link because he knows me VERY WELL.
It keeps moving with or with out you whether you want it to or not. This big wonderful thing operates primarily independent of us. And somehow in the midst of that being the worst thing about life it becomes the best thing. The burden of it all lifts and we are finally allowed to live our own great story…
—Patti Smith, Just Kids
