September 2, 2008
"I know it's a cliche, and this paragraph will be wasted on the young, but now, looking back from this vantage point, 20 years seems like a snap of the fingers, gone.""But there are days now when we pan back on a chapter that's ending, and the overwhelming feeling is, We had so little time. The years vanished. Take care what you hang a life on.
So we hope to live in the present. There's a goldfinch sitting on her new nest on the other side of the locust grove even though summertime is running out. There's a thick, cream-colored mug of fresh coffee on the desk. We're still here. There's still time. I'll bet good money the September moon will rise with her full-lipped face and drench us in her sacred light.
When we least expect it, in our hearts we'll come to find, a tiny, insubstantial spark of hope.
So what kind of beautiful ruckus will we make in the next 20 years? How will that look? How should we join in, play our small part in the everywhere, always going on song? Good questions. We'll have to find out. But first we're going to have a little fun.
Join us if you dare."
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