How Will I Remember To Be Still?

“What’s the biggest difference you saw today?” I ask my seventeen-year old. We’re talking about his first day back at a Lake Travis high-school, where the incoming freshman class is as big as the entire school he attended in southern Maryland last year. “The hustle and the bustle,” he says, immediately. Ah, yes.  I feel it too. We’ve gone from zero hustle and very little bustle in the last year, to the activity level of a whirling dervish troupe afterRead more