Bed & Board

I'm home back in Minnesota for a few weeks and am finding inspiration in small ordinary house art.
Summer light comes in at different angles, making ordinary objects breathtaking at just the right moment.
The pile of laundry,
the cat on the bed,
the glass jelly jar on the kitchen counter, knife perfectly balanced, the strawberry preserves a smeared stained glass window into the ordinary.

Home. "Bed, Board, rooftree and doorway become the choice places of healing, the delimitations of our freedom. By setting boundaries, they hold us in; but they trammel the void as well. By confining, they keep track of us- they leave us free to be found, and to find ourselves." - Robert Farr Capon

Trench

"We need good liturgies, and we need natural ones; we need a life neither patternless nor over-patterned, if the city is to be built. And I think the root of it all is Caring. Not that that will turn the trick all by itself, but that we can produce nothing good without it.

True liturgies take things for what they really are, and offer them up in loving delight. . . . Culture is the liturgy of nature as it is offered up by man. But culture can come only from caring enough about things to want them really to be themselves – to want the poem to scan perfectly, the song to be genuinely melodic, the basketball actually to drop through the middle of the hoop, the edge of the board to be utterly straight, the pastry to be really flaky. Few of us have very many great things to care about, but we all have plenty of small ones; and that’s enough for the dance. It is precisely through the things we put on the table, and the liturgies we form around it, that the city is built; caring is more than half the work.” -Bed and Board: Liturgies of Home, Capon

-Laura

The weight of this glory

“We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses and nymphs and elves – that, though we cannot, yet these projections can enjoy in themselves that beauty, grace, and power of which Nature is the image. That is why the poets tell us such lovely falsehoods. They talk as if the west wind could really sweep into a human soul; but it can’t. They tell us the ‘beauty born of murmuring sound’ will pass into a human face; but it won’t. or not yet. For if we take the imagery of Scripture seriously, if we believe that God will one day Give us the Morning Star and cause us to put on the splendor of the sun, then we may surmise that both the ancient myths and the modern poetry, so false as history, may be very near the truth as prophecy. At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendors we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so. Someday, God willing, we shall get in.” ~CS Lewis, "The Weight of Glory

Green Lake Part III [Celebration Wedding]

"I'm surprised more people didn't leave married." 

he professed on the drive home that night.

The little red car, riding low to the ground

from all the wares of the wedding day packed tight

inside

I thought about that idea

as I rest my tired, smiling head on the window looking out at the stars

at the future

at my two friends  

now mysteriously One

And I agreed. 

"What we do in this life echos in Eternity."

even something like getting married and throwing a huge party.

 

Big thanks to my fantastic sisters, Emily & Bethany for shooting with me this day while I enjoyed life outside the viewfinder.