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  • I’m living with my feet planted firmly in the loose soil of transition, the uncomfortable space between then and now, here and there. I don’t like transition and I doubt that I’m unique. Most of my life, I focused on the destination. The goal was to cut out as much of the journey as possible or avoid it completely. The faster I could get to a destination the more destinations I could reach. Speed was good. In my 50’s (slow learner) it became clear that LIFE IS THE JOURNEY not the destinations and since the destinations stretch out through eternity, there is no need for speed.
    Now in my 60’s (patient learner) I see that the journeys and the destinations are a choice, my choice. And quite coincidentally (?) a community of angelic storytellers, artists and poets show up and sprinkle their courage, their history, and their hope like sparklers across a midnight sky. As Guillaume Apollinaire said in one of my favorite quotes:

    “Come to the edge.”
    “I can't. I’m afraid.”
    “Come to the edge.”
    “I can't. I will fall!”
    “Come to the edge.”
    “And she came.”
    “And they pushed her.”
    “And she flew.”

    Thank you for my wings. I look forward to sharing the sky with you.

    image courtesy falcon 1961
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