Part of loving each other is protecting our scared spaces.
Yesterday we applied for a marriage license and wrote our vows. Last night we landed in some of my fragile places. Your confidence and voice filled in the cracks.
I think about the physical world and of building walls. First there is the inevitable brutality of demolitioning the existing. Then comes the hardy nail pounding and loud work of framing. Hanging sheet rock is next and brings fine dust to rest everywhere. Finally the mudding and taping.
This is the artful phase. It sits on the foundation of all that has come before-the planning, the pounding and the priming. It requires excellance. It is the quiet work of transforming a place into a sacred space.
We do it physically and we do it emotionally.
Thank you for mudding and taping me.
Thank you for taking my fragile places and making them sacred.