We spent August away from home, in a little house on the other side of the county, while we rented our house out (to seven different groups of guests). It was equal parts wonderful and ridiculous. But one of the best parts? Coming home again. There is no where else I would rather be tonight than in my home kitchen, chopping up veggies from our beloved garden for the people I love.
Sometimes it is enough just to be close to the people you love. Even when life is hard and you aren’t sure what to say. This year has brought a lot of difficult things to many of us, and tonight I am just humbly grateful for dear family reaching out and staying present.
On a lighter note, Aunt Debbie and cousin Frances taught the girls the game “Ha Ha!” Does anyone else do this? It made us all burst into contagious laughter!
“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people. In modern life there is an immense rush to expression. Sometimes the quality of what is expressed is superficial and immensely repetitive. A greater tolerance of silence is desirable, that fecund silence, which is the source of our most resonant language. The depth and substance of a friendship mirrors itself in the quality and shelter of the silence between two people.”
— Anam Cara by John O’Donohue, p. 112