Get lost

One of the poets I follow recently suggested getting lost; to find uncertainty as a path to new discovery. This seems to align with Lent; to walk [so to speak] in the desert and listen to the words of Our Father teaching, every day. Here I am ready to enter the unknown, but also not willing to let go into complete chaos; is this not the journey of those who believe in acts of war over the acts of peace?

Our good friend Lee recently sent mail about "for the people, by the people". Lee is like a modern Mark Twain, an observer of the human condition from his family's point-of-view. He's lived long enough to sift the large grains of dirt out of an otherwise beautiful moment. I admire Lee because he is another elder among a decreasing few - they bless our lives in subtle ways [although if you listen and practice their shared wisdom, the impact is large] - kind and willing to teach us in the act of love.

So how is everyone? We've had [as a family, a circle of friends] a hard winter. Spring is here but there is much to thaw from, to release into blossom. Let me know how I can help.

con paz,
frank