The Noise

I’ve spoken with some friends about THE NOISE that has been part of this journey — bits of things that I’m shedding (and noticing!) as we (try to) deepen our focus on the truest and most honest forms of faith, family, and our journey.

Our arrival in the Lake District has been particularly quiet, and not just because of its beauty to our ears and eyes.

A fire in the living room. Moss on an ancient stone wall. The face of a sleeping boy. A kiss from my wife at the door. Grazing horses in a nearby pasture. A detailed map outlining nearby walks. Morning mist. Rain.