WHAT IS ALL THIS FOR?

It’s for moments like –

singing on stage with your grand-daughter.

It’s for meeting eight-five year olds

and discussing God and the divine with them.

It’s for walking in the night in the cold air

of a new place wrapped in a big thick jacket

eating blackberries from the roadside

and talking on the phone

to someone you are letting yourself love

and who is letting themselves love you.

It’s for remembering

who we were before the pain stories.

It’s for actively choosing integrity

day after day after night.

It’s simply and powerfully to participate

in the process of living.

It’s for returning calls to old friends

and learning to listen.

It’s for sleeping to the distant sound

of an owl.

There are fewer owls after death.

Life is for moments like owls.