This porch has been an escape for me nearly my whole life long. The healthy kind. It has hosted many kinds of conversations, weathered intense and hard-articulated grief, and offered immeasurable comfort, peace, and unexpected rest.
It is always both rich and heavy to return to, yet is always a powerful reminder of the seasons God brings us to and the simple things he uses to sustain us. Sometimes it's things that aren't tangible; sometimes it's the scent of the earth after a hard rain and the anthem of cardinals.
In past and present seasons, this porch always gently reminds me of the lines from a T.S. Eliot poem:
"I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place.
I rejoice that things are as they are...
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice...
Because I do not hope to turn again,
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again...
Teach us to care and not to care.
Teach us to sit still."
— "Ash Wednesday" (T.S. Eliot)
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