I’m grateful for men that can meet in circle. In laughter. In learning. In wonder.
I’m grateful for men that can meet in story. Most of them stories unfinished. Some of the stories celebratory. Some of them sorrow-filled.
I’m grateful for men that wish to evolve and grow. Sometime with plans for work and family. Sometimes following mysteries of the deeply inner and communal.
I’m grateful for men finding way, for all of us finding way, daring to weave the thicker weave. Daring to pause. Daring to dwell.
A bow. It’s been a great four days with the men of Soultime.