Stories from The River Runs Through
Coffee. Creativity. Ceremony. The land. Becoming.
And the occasional story about something I probably should have known better than to attempt.
There are stories about the things we make, the things we inherit, the things that surprise us, and the things that change us.
Come wander awhile.
Where the Blackberries Grow
Remembering Anna and Jake's wedding on the land at The River Runs Through
This summer, Anna, Jake, and their eight-month-old son, Elias, came to visit. At some point, Anna remembered sitting on the bench beneath the arbor, now fully enclosed by the blackberry bushes her twin brother, Niles, had planted just days before her wedding. She mused, almost to herself, we’re going to get another picture there, referring to her, Jake & Elias.
I looked at the arbor bench and thought about how much had changed in those four years.