Shalom, Gatlinburg.

Field Painting

Back at the house by the creek, the older men are debriefing the End Times. It is no conversation for fathers of young children.

Instead, I am in the field nearby, admiring the carpet of plants, which, to me, have no names.

Kevin Kelly: The Universe Is Conspiring to Help Us

From a letter Kevin sent out for Christmas 2006. It was picked up by NPR’s This I Believe Project:

When the miracle flows, it flows both ways. When an offered gift is accepted, then the threads of love are knotted, snaring both the stranger who is kind, and the stranger who is kinded. Every time a gift is tossed it lands differently – but knowing that it will arrive in some colorful, unexpected way is one of the certainties of life.