This past week we lived at the edge of the universe.
At least, it sure seemed like it. It always does when we're on vacation up north. The only artificial light at night is the lamp on your nightstand. I passed a man in a hammock reading Mark Twain on my morning walk along the shoreline. Tuesday looks like Thursday, which happens to look like Saturday. In fact, days of the week are irrelevant. You feel lost in the best way possible.
Yet to be on vacation in a predominantly white, middle class area of our country in the midst of the Charlottesville happenings was bizarre. To feel guilty in a place that gives so much life felt confusing. When you're at the edge of the universe, everything seems so far off, so distant. Perhaps because it is. It's hard to wrap your head around anything else but the sweet, present moments just in front of you.
I will rejoice in the experience of being in a place this past week where I was surrounded by love instead of hate. When you're feeling helpless and removed, bring Charlottesville into the conversation. I think sometimes the most we can do is speak the inhumanity into existence-- bring it to our dinner tables, our long walks, our bedtime chats-- so it stays in our reality. It's all too easy to live as if racism doesn't exist, especially when you're in a place where it seems to have been buried for decades.
I believe God created every human in His image, therefore I believe every single person on this planet is beautiful and deserves to be loved beyond measure. It's as simple as that, and as complicated as we've made it to be. I've added the community of Charlottesville and our country at large to my prayer list, to know how to love my brothers and sisters in the midst of all this chaos.
We always try to do one new activity on our vacation, so this year we hit up a big tradition in Northern Wisconsin-- fish boils! Whitefish, potatoes, salt, and water. That's it! And yes, it was absolutely delicious. Add cherry pie to the end of the meal and you have a modern version of a fisherman's dinner.
The pictures on the boat above are a bit deceiving-- it was NOT as warm as it looked. Regardless it was so sweet to be out on the water. Peter and his girlfriend, Morgan, live in Milwaukee, and were able to join us for the first couple of days of the trip (next post) but had to leave Sunday night for the work week. It was just mom, dad, and me for the rest of the week. Third wheeling hard, but wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Those kids keep me young.
It's a funny thing to see your parents as your best friends, but I think this is yet another glimmer of God's faithfulness; that He can renew relationships in subtle yet incredible ways. Being my parents and I live hundreds of miles apart now, we were able to learn new facts about each other, ones we probably would have glossed over if we lived closer to one another. I'm so, so grateful to have a mom and dad who invite me into their lives as both a daughter and a friend.
And then there are the traditions you can't go a year without a.k.a. breakfast burritos at our favorite little surf shack. I mean, come on! There's nothing like it.
Truly it feels so good to be back in Nashville, but I will always miss my favorite place in the world. How could you not when it's a part of you?
Thankful to miss and be missed. And to see my people and my place once again. It's a privilege.