“A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure to wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all.
Let’s go live in a tree house.”
Recently I was in a small town in Tennessee. It snowed and it rained and it was all beautiful.
I found myself surrounded by a group of genuinely good people, sitting by a roaring fire, all wrapped up in thrifted patchwork quilts.
And I got to witness this amazing thing happening.
These people had an incredible willingness to share a vulnerability among each other and this amazing ability to reveal the core of their humanness.
It’s something that seems like such a rare thing to happen these days..
I was overwhelmed and in AWE.
Friendships that I hope will last a lifetime were made. The time I spent there filled my heart and left me feeling so incredibly GRATEFUL. I find myself going to sleep at night now, dreaming of the next time I can breathe in some Tennessee air.
I ate some really amazing southern biscuits and grits here.