Real human connection is the most valuable thing on earth. Our culture is starved for it. Technology, consumerism get in the way.
Most of us don't go to church anymore, and after Amazon and Walmart there is no Main Street. Structures that bound us together don't exist.
Talked to a young woman tonight. She and her boyfriend are getting evicted from their housing share as unauthorized guests.
Both have jobs, but together they don't make enough for Portland rents or $2500 in move-in costs.
They want to buy a rundown RV and live on the street. "Even if it has mold on the roof," she said, "I just want a place of my own."
Drove to my daughter's home in Idaho for Christmas. Got there on Christmas Eve around six.
The front window looks into the office, and at the piano I see my youngest granddaughter.
She's a picture of concentration, back straight, a ribbon in her pretty hair, playing "Up on the Housetop" and "Silent Night" in a beginner's cadence.
She's so focused on her notes she doesn't see me, and I watch her from the window for both songs. Snow shrouds the fir trees in the yard.
This is the most tender memory of my life.
You think you are doing one thing or another, until you discover your real life is about something entirely different.
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