If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

More Connections

No one’s mouth is big enough to utter the whole thing.   Alan Watts

Three different groups of people in one day.

First group:  A follow up meeting of volunteers from a summer community youth gardening program to evaluate the summer and make plans for the future.  Most are retired teachers.  This is the fourth year of the program and the most successful summer yet.  One of the future plans includes ways to share this program throughout the city.

Second group:  A joint meeting of supervisors, interns, and the director of field experiences.  All of the supervisors are retired teachers or college professors and each have supervised interns for several years.  They met a month earlier to discuss past experiences and ideas for the new year.

Third group:  A small group of writers meeting weekly in a member’s home.  Although the group’s members change, the format remains the same.  There is time for each writer to talk and share ideas, and to write.

Why are all of these groups working so well?  Is it the experiences we bring and share?  The commitment to the programs?  The respect for all involved?  The desire to continue  learning?  All of the above?

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