It seems that only yesterday 2024 was a baby in the stroller. Soon she will be middle-aged. Kids grow up quick. Or as Jonathon’s Aunt Marcy told him over the weekend she remembered rolling him in his stroller and it seems like yesterday and now he is 40.

So life passes too fast. ‘Never put off to tomorrow what you can do today because tomorrow may never come.’ As I grow older I learn each day that I do not have the answers to life’s persistent questions. I am humbled by my lack of knowledge. Most communication should be listening and talking is overrated.

We are all fragile. We are all needy. We are all lonely. We live in our heads most of the time. Our life is in front of our eyes and we search for it on one of our bevy of screens.

We are changing. Talk about a pluralistic society but our understanding is limited. Talk solves little unless the words come from our hearts.

Folks have been hidden for too long. They want to be accepted. We all want to be seen. We want a seat at the table.

‘Come home come home it’s suppertime the shadows lengthen fast. Come home come home it’s suppertime were going home at last.’ Ferlin Husky