The gift of unmediated witness

Listen now (5 min) | We sat in a circle of chairs, spaced a few feet apart, as the light faded and the air grew crisp in the backyard. White lights were strewn artfully around the fecund apple tree. In the big beautiful window of my friend’s cozy house beyond, I could see her husband getting the last snacks of the day for her two wild haired kids, who crept up to the window and peered out every once in awhile. I wondered what they were wondering.

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