It’s been a strange and lovely summer.
I’ve spent most of my summer outdoors, on farms and vineyards. I’ve worked hard and I’ve met a lot of wonderful people along the way.
I’m thankful. Life is good.
But, in the midst of all the summertime joy, there’s a creeping sadness. All around me, people are hurting. Some of my closest friends are going through some very hard times and I feel powerless to help them.
In addition, my sister and her little family are packing up and moving to Minneapolis in September.
(I’m going to miss them more than I can say.)
So, I am trying to soak up the good times, to devote myself to meaningful relationships. I’m trying to enjoy what I’ve got while I can.
It’s a strange combination, all this joy and sadness.
Simply put, it’s bittersweet.