What to say folks. The past few weeks have been somethin’ else.
I decorated a barn for an old fashioned barn wedding, I stood next to my sister as she vowed her life to her boy, I spent time with friends new and old and I held their babies, I drank moonshine from a jug (the proper way, ahem), and I stomped my boots till I got blisters on my heels. I sat in the sun with a fresh margarita, and I got my first sunburn of the season.
I also slept late, I slept by the water’s edge, and at one point, almost fell asleep standing up. And I’ve also cried. Like, alot. And been stressed– emotionally, mentally, physically. And exhausted– emotionally, mentally, physically.
The greatest joys always comes from the tender places. Those fragiles places where you’ve been wounded, where your dim light is breaking through the cracks, this is the fertile ground for a deep and sincere type of happiness. I was struck over the past few weeks by our human capacity for both sheer tragedy and pain, and victory and joy. We are as easily resilient and redemptive, as we are hurting and frayed.
And we walk around wearing our hearts on our sleeves whether we want to or not. We carry these things, these experiences, these sorrows and these joys, with us as we work, and eat, and run, and do all the normal life activities. I can’t help but think we are all walking suitcases, full of stories and emotions that take a lifetime to tell.
And occasionally, the suitcase opens, or a tear breaks the sleeve. And suddenly our humanity is showing. But it’s here, by god, it’s here that we can connect, and it’s here where beauty triumphs over pain.