The key to starting traditions, I think, is to simultaneously make them meaningful and simple. You want to follow through with them and you also want them to be reflective of who we are as a family.
6 months to go - I can hardly believe it. There is still much to be done, yet, I feel so joyful at all that we have created and all that will come together this August. My heart is full.
As I look to 30 and the next season of life, I see hope. I yearn for more ways to make a difference in the world and to always seek personal growth and become the woman I am supposed to be. I want to continue to write, to continue to seek adventures, and to continue to promote love in a world that desperately needs it. I hope to do this with boldness and humility, knowing that my journey now could not be without the journey that has come before.
This year, I've learned some important things, and I feel motivated to share. The truth is, we're all always learning - can you see it? Can you notice it? Do you allow it to change you? It's in these places that we grow and we can become consistently, fully ourselves.
You see, the path for my brother was not and has not been easy. He has had to overcome challenges that I could not dream of facing. And yet, he has survived.
Recovery, in this context, means living in freedom, even while alcoholism persists. Recovery means reclaiming myself and releasing the blame I have previously claimed. Recovery means recognizing and overcoming the damage it has done in my life. Recovery means letting go.
The strongest education, I believe, is one that is experiential and applicable. Learning can be done for learning’s sake, but it also must allow the learner to build capacity to leverage their own work ethic, knowledge, and potential for a better life.
It’s hard to reconcile our lives with one another sometimes. However, even in the difficulty, it’s a worthy process. I’m learning a lot from this visit, feeling affirmed in my work, and considering what it means to resist, persist, and keep going no matter what. I am thinking about those kinds of things, mostly, because more than anything, that’s what I want for my girls, my loved ones, myself, and my children one day: that is, to hold both the joyous and heart-breaking pieces of life together, knowing that life is neither one or the other. It is both. Always, both.
As I've reflected on my years, experiences, and seasons, I put together a list of lessons I have learned - specifically in my twenties. The Roaring Twenties is a time full of varying experiences, full of both exhilaration and mass confusion. They are not easy, but they are formative.
When I stumbled upon Communal Table, a publication about recipes and sharing meals together, it was in start-up phase, being launched on kick-starter. I knew I wanted in.
The table of Thanksgiving offers us this opportunity to not only empathize with the imperfection of ourselves and others, but to celebrate the goodness, beauty, and loveliness of ourselves and others, too. No matter the brokenness, the victory, the celebration, or the heartache, we’ll eat together anyway.
It's been five years since my grandmother passed away from her valiant battle with Multiple Sclerosis. As I have honored her memory and reflected on her life, I felt the push to write a letter - directly to her. Here it is.
Why the formation of culture can be the key to understanding each other.