Alright folks, I’ve been to the doctor with sick kiddos all week long, and my brain is spinning into a thick soup of book-writing thoughts. I’m conjuring all the senses of my own childhood while trying not to miss the childhoods in bloom underneath my own nose. It makes me weepy.
Also in the soup is a great deal of wondering about online relationships and how the church has changed in these spaces. I’ll share some more on that soon.
But in the meantime, something that really moved me this week was a post that Sarah Bessey sent me by Kelley Nikondeha, called Prophetic Criticism, wherein she says, “I don’t want to carp or denounce or comment just to remain in the fray. I don’t want to waste my prophetic potential, to be honest.” My brain may explode from the awesome, actually. I have mulled myself into a conundrum, as Sarah had known, about how to interact in this online space of such differing opinions, especially when differing opinions are between dear friends and the internet police. When is it okay to police/hold accountable/caution? When do we give in?
I do have some thoughts, but I’m going to let them steep a bit more before I share – lest I invite my own whirlwind of bloggy terror. I promise you with all my heart that I do not have time for that.
What I do have time for is the Farmer’s Market coming back to the square again this Saturday. Our entire town will wake like a woman and not wash her hair. She’ll put on her favorite hippie skirt. She might be a little cold, but she won’t care. I can’t wait to see her walk around sighing great big sing-song sighs, toting veggies and bouquets of wild flowers.
Here are some other happy things:
- Mandy Steward of Messy Canvas created the amazing art above, just for me. Is it not just for me? It’s a #secretmessage, and if it stirs something in you, please use the 10% off coupon code THERUNAMUCK in her Etsy store so she can create a personalized 5×5 secretmessage for you. Seriously check it.
- My second favorite book has been made into a movie. The Great Gatsby just riles me up, every whichaway. Jesus knew for sure not to let me be born in the twenties. I would have been a way hotter mess than the 90s ever dreamed of making me. Have you seen the trailer?
- One of Seth’s and my real-life most favorite people in all the universe of all time ever has started a blog. I believe the world cheats itself every time a day goes by without getting to read something Kiki has written. If we ever claimed anybody, it’s Kiki. Do I sound a little dramatic? Why do you hate me? Read his blog.
- This girl, Laura Marling — go ahead and pray the jealous away before we get started because her writing tastes like black tea or salt, feels like teeth or wool. I want to show you every video of her, but I’ll just show one. Let me also make the point that anyone with a song called Rambling Man wins. Subscribers come on over to see the video!
Have a good weekend!