In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
The cruelty or the grace
O see the darkness yielding
The cruelty or the grace
O see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart
O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb ...Leonard Cohen
While we acknowledge our failures, at the end of another year at Pilgrim
Place we are aware one more time of our unfathomable blessings. If there
are multitudes around the world who look at their dismal existence and cry,
“Why me?” that too is our anthem. Why have our lives been so blessed —or as
we often think—perhaps it is just luck? We won’t bother you with a list of
all the ways we continually end up in joyous places. And that does not mean
we have gone through the year carefree. While our children, grand and great
grand children seem to thrive, there has also been serious trouble. Carol,
Charles’ oldest is very ill and the future is unclear.
Charles has some undiagnosed difficulty which has put him on a cane and a
walker. But what does one expect in the mid 80s? He is finishing his term
on the Pilgrim Place Board of Directors and the Finance Committee, and
still manages to get out his 700 word column every Wednesday.
The highlight of the year was the Matson reunion and Wendy’s 80th birthday
celebration in Estes Park, Colorado, with family from around the world.
Wendy made a stab at her autobiography and any family member who wants to
share some obscure family history, please let her know. Her whirlwind
schedule remains unblemished by time or trouble.
If there was a general downside to the year it hit on November 8. What has
happened to the great dream that was America?—and will we ever recover our
national sanity? Fortunately we live in a community of religious and
political progressives, and while still in shock we are beginning to find
ways to restore the dream.
No one knows what the next 12 months will bring, but these days we stand
ready to face them.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
... Rumi
Greetings to all of you,
Love Wendy and Charles,
Come healing of the heart
O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb ...Leonard Cohen
While we acknowledge our failures, at the end of another year at Pilgrim
Place we are aware one more time of our unfathomable blessings. If there
are multitudes around the world who look at their dismal existence and cry,
“Why me?” that too is our anthem. Why have our lives been so blessed —or as
we often think—perhaps it is just luck? We won’t bother you with a list of
all the ways we continually end up in joyous places. And that does not mean
we have gone through the year carefree. While our children, grand and great
grand children seem to thrive, there has also been serious trouble. Carol,
Charles’ oldest is very ill and the future is unclear.
Charles has some undiagnosed difficulty which has put him on a cane and a
walker. But what does one expect in the mid 80s? He is finishing his term
on the Pilgrim Place Board of Directors and the Finance Committee, and
still manages to get out his 700 word column every Wednesday.
The highlight of the year was the Matson reunion and Wendy’s 80th birthday
celebration in Estes Park, Colorado, with family from around the world.
Wendy made a stab at her autobiography and any family member who wants to
share some obscure family history, please let her know. Her whirlwind
schedule remains unblemished by time or trouble.
If there was a general downside to the year it hit on November 8. What has
happened to the great dream that was America?—and will we ever recover our
national sanity? Fortunately we live in a community of religious and
political progressives, and while still in shock we are beginning to find
ways to restore the dream.
No one knows what the next 12 months will bring, but these days we stand
ready to face them.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
... Rumi
Greetings to all of you,
Love Wendy and Charles,
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