2014 was a beautiful and awful year.
We lost and almost lost dear friends and family. We worked so long that we felt we couldn’t work any more. We sat happily with good coffee and sunshine and companionship. We loved harder than we ever had and sometimes that still wasn’t good enough. We discovered family at new depths. We were sick and wrestled with our demons. We ate. A lot. We shared our excess. We witnessed the horrors of greed and ignorance and racism and poverty. We tried to be part of solutions.
Through it all we experienced our aloneness and the joy of being held in each other’s hearts.
The river of our lives is carved through force and over many years. Stones, fallen branches, sand and mud, wind, water, sunshine. Good or bad? No, it’s just what rivers are made of.
Still we hope and pray and open ourselves to the possibility that we will find more consistent strength for the journey, and the ability to continue in the only thing that really matters…
… to befriend what comes