I shared the story below three years ago this week. It’s about a walk I took with my son in 2020, during the first Autumn of the pandemic. My dad told me last week that my email from three years ago randomly popped up in his inbox while he was searching through his deleted messages for someone’s address. Strange the ways we’re still sorting through the clutter and mess of those pandemic years, with some things we thought were far behind us just turning up again, right? Strange the ways we remember those days, and the things we forget until we’re reminded. I’d forgotten that I’d even written this one. But reading it again helped me recall something essential about that season. So I’m sharing it again this morning.
Returning to the songs we need to sing
Returning to the songs we need to sing
Returning to the songs we need to sing
I shared the story below three years ago this week. It’s about a walk I took with my son in 2020, during the first Autumn of the pandemic. My dad told me last week that my email from three years ago randomly popped up in his inbox while he was searching through his deleted messages for someone’s address. Strange the ways we’re still sorting through the clutter and mess of those pandemic years, with some things we thought were far behind us just turning up again, right? Strange the ways we remember those days, and the things we forget until we’re reminded. I’d forgotten that I’d even written this one. But reading it again helped me recall something essential about that season. So I’m sharing it again this morning.