June 12, 2016

Fenway Journal

Mixing the old with the new

Fenway Journal

The lastest issue of Cherry Bombe

This weekend has made me wish I could magically slow the clock from ticking. Jared and I had an unplanned date night on Friday evening near his favorite part of town. We spent the latter part of Saturday watching The First Monday In May and indulging our appetites. Today has included reading my favorite New York Times’ column, watching his favorite show, and tidying our home.

This weekend has also included important conversations about this incredibly powerful letter and this morning’s devastating events. These conversations, in addition to many things, remind me to treasure and protect the moments described above. This poem has also come to mind:

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return. ― Mary Jean Irion

I hope as we start the week anew, we do so with kindness, compassion, and love. I hope our desire to better understand one another becomes more insatiable each and every day, too.


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