Last night’s song selection reminded me that we are still at the height of summer, and it’s time to return to our island getaway – which is a state of mind, attitude, and sense of ease. This post goes a little deeper, making use of a mix of metaphors. It’s easy to isolate, to become an island unto oneself, especially in the current state of the world. Andy and I have largely retreated to our own little homestead island the past few years, which started with the isolation of COVID and never quite returned to the social insanity of what we did prior. It feels far away, and I’m not sorry it should be so. We have come to embrace the smaller gatherings and dinners, the meaningful moments with a few well-chosen friends. We strive to be the bastion of hope and warmth in a battle-ravaged world of cruelty and cold. We aim to be the lighthouse.
Hey sister, the emotions have gone cold
And a part of me is missing
Where the rivers used to flow
Hey mother, I know you must be sad
To see the things are happening
I’ll fix it if I can
The lighthouse of this post is the beacon we can all be when we remember to act as neighbor and friend to each other. It’s missing more and more, and I’m as guilty as anyone for not extending my hand to help. I will endeavor to do better, to do what I can without overextending.
I’m holding up the fire
Lighting up the sky
Like a lighthouse on the ocean
Bring you home alright
I’m holding up the fire (Holding up the fire)
Lighting up the sky (Lighting up the sky)
Like a lighthouse on the ocean
Bring you home alright
