I was eavesdropping on My Rebecca’s Zoom church this morning. The choir director puts together some choir music for the service using an app called Garage Band. She gets the choir together on an earlier day and records their voices remotely and puts together a charming product from that jumble. And “garage” and “garage band” go into my brain and I start thinking about Bill Gates starting business in his parent garage. You know how I celebrate people doing amazing stuff in their backyards. Have to include garages. Well, and then there are basements.

What do those spaces have in common? They are the margins of the property. They don’t have strict specific functions. They’re semi defined. They are places of experiment, messiness and places to make mistakes.

I don’t know really what to do with this or where it is going? But perhaps our lives need some free unstructured time and space to just play, to unscramble in. Just a thought on a Sunday. And it is not just any Sunday but it’s Time Change Sunday. So walking here at 1600 in a few minutes and will be for the summer. Yay!

missing you loves, Felipé.