Good morning

I’m technically off today. I’m never really off, but I’m not clocked in.

In about half an hour, a few families will start shuffling into our dining room for our Friday home co-op. T minus thirty before chaos.

For now, I’m outside. The sun is pouring down through the few leaves still clinging to the trees in our front yard. It feels like spring. Close to fifty. The wind chases dry leaves across the grass and sets the branches swaying back and forth. It’s peaceful out here, except for the cats circling my feet, begging for food.

It’s good to get outside. It’s good to have your senses fully engaged. It’s good to know the trees on your property. It’s good to recognize the particular timbre of your cats’ meows. It’s good to feel connected to the place God has put you.

We are meant to live connected lives. Not abstract. Not disembodied. Deeply tangible.

It’s a good morning.