"Christ is Risen!"

He yelled, and slowly
We began to clap
Roar rising, people reached
Beneath their seats for keys,
For pots and pans,
(Kaleb smashed his together
So hard they bent)
Children popped balloons,
Blew noisemakers,
Trumpets. Applauding
We stood up
Up on our feet, cheering blindly
Because someone had suddenly
Turned on all the lights
And shocked
Our eyes. We cried
Out, whooping,
Laughing gently and embracing.
Pandemonium giddy and proud,
Standing ovation for
The resurrection.

Pondering...

"I redeem time from apathy and neglect and inattentiveness when I swell with thanks and weigh the moment down." --Anne Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts, 72

I'm still thinking about what all I want to write about on this blog. But I think this quote captures at least something of the why. Part of the reason I write is to practice thankfulness. When I write I feel like I'm weighing down moments with words so that I can keep them, or at least keep them in the way that matters: to treasure them up and ponder them in my heart. When I write about things they don't get away from me, I make them a part of me and, whether I mean to or not, acknowledge their goodness, their transforming power over me. Restful Sundays and all-nighters both.

A Bubble Tree is still a really good blog name...

The purpose of this post is to express my intention of maybe perhaps starting to possibly consider blogging again.

I'm easing into this.