Can change the world, indeed, that’s all that ever could…”
This past week I found myself actually following up with some of the people I met at the special meeting for Punjabi farmers held in Visalia (see last week’s “Standing by Words”). Normally, after an event like that I will just sit in the glow until it wears off, missing the moment of inspiration. But this time there were too many good reasons not to do that.
One of them was the sense of grace that I’d actually gone to the meeting, despite the excuses I could have made for not going. Instantly I found myself interacting with the right people as if I’d walked in on some Yellow Brick Road. The other reason was the return of strong memory of what it means to be in a room full of farmers who have come together, overriding all the excuses they could have made for not going, to speak their needs. I remembered that I’ve been here before…