When we walk with each other, show up and fall in step, we stand on the shoulders of angels, transforming into God’s messengers, adding holiness to a fractured world.
Miraculously, just like the sun after blinding rain, we also hold the gift to replenish and seeds to restore.
This is your moment to grasp. Don’t miss a single second.
May our children learn to catch someone when they fall. And may they learn from us, noticing our extended reach.
The more we habituate words of self-affirmation, the more we might start believing them.
Our tradition teaches us that a child grows not out of fear. Rather, a child grows through a foundation of love.
So, the masks come off. Let a welcoming smile take its place. A blooming, beautiful smile ready to be seen…waiting to be received.
A single day has 24 hours. 60 minutes within each hour. We cannot escape the day or night but do hold the privilege of rearranging our priorities.
Graduation is stepping into a new beginning, taking the accumulation of experiences as preparation and learning for what lies ahead.
There’s a butterfly waiting to emerge from every cocoon.
