Truly the light is sweet

I have been meaning for a long while to create a blog in which I might affirm that existence is holy, that humanity--with all of our flaws and brokenness and heartache and capacity for wonder and goodness--is sacred, and that quietness and love are desirable and lovely. Well, here it is. With Hopkins (who might well be the patron poet of this blog), I want to stand in awe and ask, "What is all this juice and all this joy?" I don't know why my life should be as luminous as it is, but I am grateful. Likely, many posts (if many there ever are) will be celebrations of the mundane--the poetry of the prosaic. I live in a world of light. And, truly the light is sweet.