Ordinary America
Summer rest
The American flag has a way of becoming part of the places where everyday life unfolds.
It isn’t always standing before a monument or flying above a government building. More often, it’s found on a front porch, beside a garden, at the edge of a working harbor, or in the quiet places where people simply go about the business of living.
Those are the places I feel most comfortable.
They remind me that our lives are built less by extraordinary moments than by ordinary ones repeated over time. We rise early. We go to work. We care for our homes. We show up, day after day, often without much fanfare.
Early morning harbor
In the Garden
Time has a way of changing what we pay attention to. The traditions we cherish remain, but I now tend to notice more of the quiet moments that surround them. They’re the ones that remind me a country is shaped not only by the days we celebrate, but by the countless ordinary days that come before and after.
Every generation inherits the same flag. What changes is the way each of us chooses to live beneath it.
JFK Library
Those things rarely make headlines.
But they are the things that endure.
Talk soon…
G