Friends and beer

It doesn’t usually take long for people to figure out that I am not, nor have I ever been, cool. Whatever that is. I joke with my students that if they had known me in high school, it would make perfect sense that I ended up as a college professor and Scott Avett is a rock star. Scott has more cool in a discarded finger nail than I do in the core of my being.

But, cool is not required for friendship. Laughter, beer, the comfort of feeling that a story told is a story heard, in the heart, in the ancient mix of mind, emotion, spirit, and will that Palmer refers to with such natural elegance – that moment is the time when the anxiety fades, the hope grows, and you sit, connected by the moment. Secure, happy, and at peace. Hopeful and ready for more.

So may we celebrate the gardeners of hope, that sew seeds of promise, that commit their dreams to the development of the potential of others, and breed possibility. Your love blossoms, untainted, and reminds me that when I close my eyes tonight I can take comfort. There is good in the world. I found it tonight among friends…and beer.