Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

This week I had the opportunity to chat with some friends I don't get to talk with as much as we'd like to because, well, life happens; though time passes I feel as close to these folks as I did when we shared jobs, houses, a community. Upon reflecting on my many friendships I decided: There is something so magical about friendships that transcend great distances and years. I have made so many mistakes (and still do) in this life, but my friends cannot be counted among those. Walking out the door to head to Columbus, then Indiana and camping bound. Have a great weekend!

Being held can mean many things. At the Farm we sometimes say things like, "so and so is being held on such and such team." To be held, to be supported, to get what we need, to offer something. Sometimes being held means moving in with friends when a tree falls on your house; spending hours feeling heard; being complimented, told that you are good at what you do, reminded of struggles and where you came from. I just found this song, "In your arms," by Jason Zerbman and think it's the perfect end to today, to the work week.