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We went to the Dalton Farms Tulip Festival in Swedesboro, New Jersey
It was, by all accounts, a simple outing. Rows of tulips stretching further than seemed necessary, people scattered throughout the fields, taking pictures, walking slowly, occasionally stopping without much reason at all. It is the sort of environment that invites a kind of pace that feels unfamiliar—unhurried, unstructured, almost resistant to productivity. Which, in itself, is somewhat disorienting. Joy is a peculiar thing.
It is not entirely clear that we ever really know where it resides. We assume that it is located somewhere ahead of us—attached to an outcome, a moment, or a circumstance that has yet to arrive. And so, we move toward it, often with a great deal of intention, believing that if we can just arrange things properly, we will eventually encounter it in a more permanent or sustainable form. |
AuthorDevin Peterson is a pastor and writer whose work is contemplative, lyrical, and rooted in grace. His writing lingers on the sacred woven through ordinary life — honest, reflective, and quietly alive with beauty and depth. ArchivesCategories |
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