Shake The Dust

Sometime between screaming at the cows outside of Cozad, Neb., and now I heard singing. I'm always hearing singing.

Our new classes started today. There's so much work to be done. There's so much life to be lived. There's so many songs to be sung. And those things... those things are such beautiful reminders of how much I need to live in this moment, where melting earth and humming wind and booted feet hold everything together.

If I don't live here, I let myself live everywhere else. And I think over and over again about what's next. And I can't stand to think of what's next, because it means that all of this comes to an end. And I hate endings. I don't want this to end. I don't want this moment to stop. The teaching, the learning, the children... they've shook a sleeping part of my soul. And I hate how cheesy that sounds. But it sounds like it is. And that part of my soul is screaming at me to do more...

To love a world that needs loving.

To help a world that needs helping.

To save a world that needs saving.

And that might just save me.