“The Mess, the Mud, the Tangle”
My Dear People,
"Mid-life crisis, age, the heart gets more interesting than structure. I've got kids, I've got a wife, we're stuck together for a while. And, suddenly, there's an understanding that this is what life is. It's actually the mess, it's the mud, it's the tangle, it's not the clean, hygienic fireworks. It's the little invisible novels that get written between two people everyday of their lives." -- David Mitchell, British novelist
Yes, this is life. The mess, the mud, the tangle.
The fireworks are nice. But you get a crick if you're always looking up.
Meanwhile, real life goes on.
What are the invisible novels being written in your life now? The invisible poems, the invisible haiku?
Between you and your husband? Between you and your sister? Between you and the cashier you see every week at convenient store?
What is the Word being written?
Your brother in Christ,
Wallace+
