Friends,
Sometimes an offhand comment just hits you. My sweet wife and I were driving North on the first leg of our Spring vacation (because there needs to be a lot of them this year, so I’m holding out hope that they’re at least seasonal). We were winding our way through a stand of trees and she simply said, “I know it sounds corny, but this—the trees—they fill my heart. They fill it back up. Is that weird?” I had felt the same thing, but didn’t know how to put it into words. When your job is to make things up and write them down, that’s a big problem, but I felt it too.
Maybe there’s a point when the trees, the scale of the forest here, can help us remember the words. Maybe the sea air, the waves crashing, the salt spray, can clean up the mess on aisle five left by pandemics and rancor and a shoe that stubbornly refuses to drop.
No, it isn’t weird. Yes, it fills my heart too.
Your best pal,
– bob