I am a person that reflects on human nature. Mine. Yours. Ours. I can’t seem to not, as I flow my way through the days and weeks, the rivers and the brooks. The ponds. The meadows. The city blocks.
And often, such reflection, proses its way to a few stanzas of meaning, that point to purpose in the small things and in the big things. Mine. Perhaps yours. What I would offer as helpful to ours.
Such it is, this morning, affirming a certain natural goodness.
I suppose it is true that my job,
just like it is for many,
is to move forward,
or start again,
with consciousness.
With kindness.
Inviting life to flow and call as it does.
I suppose it is true that my job,
just like it is for many,
is to celebrate being alive,
to delight
in others being alive.
To create together.
And to enjoy the goodness of it all.
