We’re excited to welcome Rachel Mosley to Foundling House. Rachel is one half of the duo The Mosleys, a husband-and-wife singer-songwriter team based out of Atlanta. You can see them this August at Escape to the Lake!
Our family of seven is moving, and in the process of saying goodbye to the home and friends we have loved for nearly a decade, I’ve become more aware of my love for this place and the people of it. I had thought that taking a month of travel away from home would help me accomplish a detachment, but I find it has done the opposite.
Earlier this summer, Stephen and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Our souls had been stirring and restless over the past year, and we’d spent late evenings after the children were put to bed chatting about how life has shaken out thus far. We’d long had an idea brewing and hatched a crazy, illogical plan to buy an Airstream trailer and spend a year traveling the country with our five children, road schooling—whatever that is—and living a wild American dream.Read More
A couple months ago, somewhere deep in the Mississippi flatlands off Interstate 55, a pony-tailed hippie held forth before a rapt congregation. He wielded an old guitar, and offered coffee that he had roasted himself. He told stories, and he wore sandals because his toes required constant sunlight to live. That hippie’s name was Matthew Clark. The occasion was Cofferstowe, a gathering Matthew himself put together to celebrate beauty and the resurrectional truth behind all creation and to provide a restful retreat for those present. It offered music by Andy Gullahorn, Christa Wells, and Abbye West Pates, along with breakout sessions centered around the gift of imagination and its work within the Kingdom of Christ.
In the wake of this—and with a characteristic amount of semi-reticent humility—Matthew is now releasing a double album, Beautiful Secret Life, a calico amalgam of exquisite songwriting that spans styles yet consistently envelopes the listener in balladeer songcraft.Read More
Molecules, atoms and electrons are in constant motion. As they move, they collide and transfer energy. I think of these collisions when I see the Grand Central Station scene in The Fisher King (1991). Masses of people rush toward their destination almost colliding in non-stop motion. Then Perry sees Linda, the love of his life. For a brief moment, this chaotic mass becomes a grand waltz of perfect harmony.
The film Genius (2016) opens with hundreds of people walking city sidewalks on a rainy day. In the constant clatter of feet splashing, we feel the frenetic energy of the place. People collide in conversation, in business, in creativity, in joy and sometimes in anger. In the middle of this living town, two men meet. The ever-animated writer Thomas Wolfe (Jude Law) bumps into the staid world of editor William Perkins (Colin Firth). This encounter sets in motion a collaboration that will reorder the lives of both men.Read More
For my birthday a couple years ago, my wife sent me on a hike through the Smokies. I borrowed a backpack and filled it with a little gas stove, food, water, and way too much superfluous artist-y gear (journal, expensive camera, binoculars, Audobon guide, copy of Essential Christian Mystics, etc.). Sixty-five pounds or so heavier, I made a laborious, laughable pedestrian assault on Cosby Knob, Mount Guyot, and points beyond. Around Mount Chapman, tired and sore beyond reason, I came upon a place called Eagle Rocks, where the Appalachian Trail crests along the narrow knife-edge of the Continental Divide. Mist obscured the steep drop-offs to both the right and left and blocked out all sound but the wind and my footsteps. It was a small, beautiful change in scenery that strengthened me to continue, and it got me thinking: What does beauty do for us?Read More