It is a lovely September day. There is a cool breeze with a slight drizzle. I saw a beaver planning dam construction. He was like most beavers I have witnessed—busy.

The Race is upon us each day. We are a bit of a juggler, enjoy puzzles, and are community planners. We are like the beaver planning our next dam construction. Life is a marathon, not a sprint

It is good to be in the race. On the sidelines lurk shadows of doubt. We would race but many are better. Racing is fun until you get tired. On the sidelines are Cotton Candy and Thin Mints. Everyone understands we have a sweet tooth. We will begin tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day. Joy cometh in the morning.

The wily Hare passes us and laughs. At times he runs circles around us. We see him napping as we pass. His hammock looks inviting. Mental health and emotional readiness ebb and flow. We roll the stone up the mountain. It rolls back down. Sisyphus cheers us on from the sidelines. He says for us to not give up the joy is in the journey. The manifestation of success is in the mission. Life is an Exercise. A preparation for what comes next. Looking through a glass darkly to peer into the Secret.

Busy Beaver contemplates the beginning of the new project. The Dam will hold back discontent anger hate and violence. Many are required for the Race. Recruitment has been good from the sidelines. Joy is in the air…

The Little Locomotive says, ‘I think I can…I think I can…I think I can…I know I can…I know I can…I know I can…’

Mr. Turtle is at the Finish Line. Mr. Turtle smiles broadly. He beckons the racers to cross the finish line pick up a trowel and build the Great Dam against suffering…