To My Tribe

You see me

You hear me

You understand, accept, and love me

For who I am

And who I strive to be

You hold me accountable to my own core values

You give me the benefit of the doubt

You tolerate my epistemic wanderings, cogitations, and theories

You sit with me, listening, hearing, processing, supporting, encouraging

You hold me up, help me live into each next better version of myself

You are learners, thinkers, connectors, dreamers, writers

You are curious lovers of ideas, courageous embracers of paradox

You do your own inner work

You make unique and valuable contributions to our world

Just by being you

I respect and admire you all so much

I have only incomplete and inadequate words to express the enormity of my gratitude

I only feel I can do great things because I have you

I know you’ got me

I’ got you too

We are all better, together.

Thank you to the beyond and back.

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Here’s a great song that expresses it all.

Image from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Raise_Me_Up

We Could Have Been Friends

I like this house

Clean, bright, with an open living space

Well appointed but not gawdy or austentacious

And the books

A lifetime of them

Giant shelves full, built into the walls

Hardcover, used, not abused

Well cared for, respected

Organized, tucked in

Fiction, classic and contemporary

Cookbooks over generations

History Literature Science Politics Geography

Romance – a sliver in the study, a collection in the bedroom

Range

Tasteful art

I notice your silver dessert spoons

A full dozen set

Tarnished, waiting, calling for me to polish and use, to admire every day

So I buy them, a bargain, can’t wait to get home with them

I leave the books; have plenty of my own already

I wonder if we would have been friends

If I had been your neighbor

Or known you otherwise before you left this house, this mortal world?

It’s the story I almost tell

I hope you are at peace somewhere

I’ll take good care of your spoons