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SEPTEMBER 19, 2019

We were deep in the forest
on our way to Tupper Lake
It was an early fall morning full of
sunshine and song from a beautiful
Spanish singer whose soulful caress
can cause a tearful recognition that
it’s a joy to be alive!

North of Long Lake
the vistas opened up to the shimmering
bright colors of the Adirondack reserve,
the deep vivid reds of merlot and claret,
tempranillo and cabernet, the oranges
and yellows of the fall farmers markets
all thoroughly embedded in the rugged
massif and the semi-boreal landscapes of 
northern New York

For people somewhere else it was simply
a Thursday, with routines and obligations
and complex navigations through the
duties and requirements of family, work and
home, and supported by kindness, good intentions
and love against the many manifestations of
malfeasance and misfortune in these dark
dangerous days of our interesting times
But for me it was more - a contemplative
journey full of gratitude and wonder, meditation
and prayer, and in ways that were invisible to the
students in the van, I just broke down and sobbed
for the privilege of life, for the joy of being loved,
for the ability to make a difference in the affairs
of my community, for the opportunity to be
with them in a stained glass discussion of
transformation and closure, its brilliant saturation
of  red wine, and fruit, of fading green leaves
and emerging evergreens a breathtaking
spectacle in sacred sunlight
from a painted blue sky!

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