For Life Is Interwoven

I like to live in a little town
 Where the trees meet over the street
 You wave your hand and say “Hello!” 
To every person you meet 

I like to stop for a minute outside of a grocery store
 And hear the kindly gossip of the folks moving in next door. 
For life is interwoven…

Watermelon, sunshine & no shoes allowed!

About a month ago I moved my (not-so-few) possessions from Grand Rapids to Three Rivers. That night, as my fellow interns and I situated ourselves in our rooms, the house felt big, empty and foreign. Having just left a cocoon-like college community, I felt anxious giving up my warm coverlet of intimate friendships. Now that…