My high school orchestra teacher used to say, “Live in the dash.”
She would step up to the chalkboard with a piece of chalk, write a year (was it 1979?) draw a dash follow by a blank space.
“The dash falls between your birth and death dates,” she said. Then she’d look at us and laugh. We’d laugh too. She had all these lessons.
There are always cars traveling any major road in the United States, day or night.
The vast majority of these cars are currently running on combustion engines, flying over the roads powered by a series of tiny controlled explosions. And many of these cars are driven by only one person. Yet they have the capacity to carry many passengers.
If you care about cutting down on polluting the air with exhaust and carbon emissions, you may have entertained the notion of never flying in an airplane again and only walking and using your bicycle. Yet, there is currently a vast river of fire out there, and it’s always moving in whatever direction you care to go.
With rideshares and planning ahead to coordinate rides, we make more efficient use of this resource.
Roots push through concrete. Their slow but tenacious momentum breaks through stone. Your heart has roots too, to places and to people.
Where do you come from? Where are you going?