the best times never last forever

One day, you’ll do it for the last time. You will eat favorite food, or look up at the stars with friends—or gaze into their eyes, say ‘I love you, be careful out there…’. But we never know when that will be.

We think we’ll have some idea… but most of the time we do not. We see them and they smile at us, or dismissively throw a quick farewell wave; share some joke or smell a flower... or get goosebumps— and that will unknowingly be the final experience before we, or they, are gone.

Therefore, do everything with love and passion... for love and passion. This is not 'fear of missing out', or 'you only live once'. This is pragmatism. This is basking in the glory of existence for the sake of its wonder. This is soaking up and dispensing love.

Walk. Run. Dance. Sing. Do it in your living room, do it in the rain. Do it clothed, do it naked (though maybe not that in public), but do it. Breath.

Bask in existence. Take care of yourself and you'll take care of those who you love.

Use the whole buffalo, every day.

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“May your seas be wide enough for wonder, your harbor always waiting, and your light never fail when another soul is searching.” – The Lantern Keeper

You always think there’ll be more time. Then one day you look up and you are facing mid-fifty, and your parents are nested well in their 70’s.

The world makes much ado about how muche time we have with our parents as we get older and that we need to treasure.

I understand that. I sometimes wish we could fish, or build engines… do the things that are enjoyable. I don’t know if we ever talked bout how delighted I was working with you on the house when I got married, or building the Olds, camping Taos in ’96, the whitewater trips, or the window project in 15… but those were great times. Golden even. Gilded in memory, as I like to say.

But I remind myself that... my time with you, as with my own children is something we will have in the future.

And it gets to me when I am dealing with problems in the congregation, wondering why this is my responsibility as I neglect time with my own family.

Put first things first. But what things are first? I suppose it depends on the day, the people and the need.

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“May your seas be wide enough for wonder, your harbor always waiting, and your light never fail when another soul is searching.” – The Lantern Keeper