Remember Those Walls I Built?

I’m just back from Chicago. Great trip of mixed business and pleasure. I spent some time in Lyfts eating up the new to me city. Lots of very modern architecture mixed in with older buildings, which I love. I was surprised to find myself super attracted to all the brick. It was like seeing an old friend. I grew up in New England. Around bricks. Then all that time in New York. Brick. It didn’t occur to me that I missed brick. And if you’d asked me if I like brick I would have said nope, not really one of my favorite building materials. At all.

But there they were. Old softer edged bricks. Newer sharper bricks. Wall after wall. When you are loving something unexpected you always have to wonder is it the perfect weather? The light? The successful gig? The wedding love? But I don’t think so. I think it was really the brick.

Maybe because we are living through such a divisive moment there was something enormously wonderful about seeing big spans of individual units coming together making one cohesive thing. And even more so those brick walls with more than one color brick. Absolutely the best.

Of course we are in a moment when the word wall itself is totally charged. The stupid Wall. That ridiculous Wall. Is there anything to be loved about walls at all?

Still there I was driving around Chicago loving all the brick. The word brick comes from a Middle Dutch word ‘bricke’ meaning tile, or, literally ‘a broken piece’. And there is just nothing more wonderful than healing. Wholling. And that’s what happens when broken pieces come to gather to make a bigger thing. A bigger thing  that helps to keep the weather out. And to hang art on. And to hold the light and make safe spaces.

But walls. In moderation. Only when necessary.

And now I’m wanting to go listen to my favorite Beyonce song. Halo…

Remember those walls I built?
Well baby they tumbling down.
And they didn’t even put up a fight.
They didn’t even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It’s like I’ve been awakened…

Sunday we have a beautiful mosaic for you. Be with us.

xox Your Sunday Girl xox