 Lately, I've begun to think again about living my life in a more purposeful way. I have, unfortunately, allowed myself to shy away from that and it shames me to admit it, but there you go. It might be a function of my age or the times in which we live, the 'yikes years' I call them, but in either case the result is the same: I want to be more mindful of what I'm doing, and how it makes me (and others) feel. As much as possible, I want to steer my life and my work toward the coordinates of Hope and Joy. I don't want to deny the fact that there is a great deal of sorrow, injustice, pain, and cruelty in the world. For one thing, such awareness is provocation to come up with ideas to make things better, but I think it's equally important to be aware that something good is always on the other end of the big teeter-totter, even if you can't quite see it sometimes. Happiness sometimes marches along at the head of the parade twirling a baton, but just as often it sneaks in under the cover of darkness. I want always to be open to the fact that in the depths of despair, something can come along that you might never have predicted, and somehow your balance is restored. It's as if you've had a very bad day and you turn in your driveway and it's so dark you can hardly see the mailbox. You're not sure you want to open the mailbox, anyway. What could be in there? Bills and junk mail. Not this time! This time, you open it and out comes some common thing that is not common at all, which reminds you of the loveliness and wonder and worth of being here.
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