Ah, Saturday. The living is easy.
Living in the same town as all three of my children makes me crazy grateful. The pink scooter ferried Jameson and me to a rendezvous with daughter Rachel and out-of-town niece Chelsea. We met at the bakery where daughter Leah is working. Coffee and delectables on a sunny Saturday in Minneapolis is nearly as good as it gets.
This afternoon I will meet up with the eight other women heading into the Boundary Waters on Monday. We will pack and check and double check our provisions and begin to get a sense of who we will be together.
Often times I wonder if I have time for these BWCA trips. Being away from the church and the web of relationships that are mine to be present to is hard. But every year as we put the canoes in the water and take the first paddle stroke I know myself to be home. And every year, the building of relationships between those who venture out into the wild is priceless gift. Being vulnerable and resourceful together changes everything.
And so it is in or out of the BWCA: being vulnerable and resourceful together changes everything.
Life is a good thing.