The Places We Make

We humans have a desire to "make a place". I remember as a girl finding a clearing in the woods near my Granny's house and creating a "house". Under this tree was the kitchen, under that tree was the "living room", etc. We used large leaves from Granddad's Dutchman's Pipe vine as "dinner plates" when we made mud pies. What wonderful memories these are. These places were temporary for an afternoon, or a week, or a summer. 

Brick wall from a restaurant in Bangor, ME

This morning I was thinking this: some seasons are like places. We get to design them and shape them with intention, so that they are a "house" for what is happening now.