…the world of measurement.
Sooner or later, you’ll find that the numbers, tallies, and scoring systems aren’t where the joy and the beauty is.
Einstein once said, “Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”
We’ve stopped keeping score in our house…
Now beauty is in the lead and our hope is only to catch a ride somewhere new off its mysterious draft.
This is the Latin word for person.
It melts person and sonar into one beautiful idea that means “a sounding through”.
There’s a reason you’re here.
Can we hear it?
Mediums.
Bridges.
Conduits.
Channels.
Vehicles.
Links.
Bonds.
Capacities.
Possibilities.
Family.
Poetry.
Paradox.
Love.
Divine.
Human.
One.
Always…
….Always…
……..Always…will create a more redeeming storyline than…
…Who can I blame?
…What can I scream?
…How did this happen?
&
…Why me?
There’s a River that flows and runs through everything.
Some will call that River Life…some call it Love…some call it God. How about we all admit we’re grasping for metaphors here, but pointing at the same beauty?
Back to the river….
…this River flows and never runs dry.
And as we enter the Flow of this River, a form of poetry begins. Poetry that melts the sacred and secular as well as the human and divine and creatively births the now…and the only place you can get it is here…in this moment…in this breath.
If you aren’t now here, you’re nowhere.
So may you enter the flow, become the poetry, find yourself flowering.
Floetry.
Ashton.Gustafson 