Igloo

Early every Thursday morning I meet with a friend at Starbucks for a mid-week church service. It is one of the precious times in my week. Our conversations run up and down the musical scales of our lives, alternately going deep and low, then high and light.

Today we talked about igloos. He had just built one. It was his way of playing in the snow that came our way (Portland rarely gets any that lasts). He and his son and dog slept in it when it was done. But, as is so typical of my friend, while he was building, he managed to draw in many of his neighbors to help. He's a master at turning the mundane into connective opportunities.

He encourages me that I can, too.