525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
Friday, December 23, 2022
It’s been a year. 4 seasons. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours and 525,600 moments.
What would be remarkable and lovely and so life-bringing for me would be to invite each of you into a little booth like I imagine StoryCorps to be. I would invite you to share as many stories as you would like about this past year. It would be remarkable to share that time. It would be lovely to hear your stories. And it would bring me life to bear witness and offer an `Amen’ in whatever way felt good for you.
Don’t know if you ever saw the musical Rent but this song was such a gift from it. Every time (so far) it’s brought tears with its singing. Maybe from its beauty, maybe from its fragility, maybe from the gift of paying attention to this one precious life we’ve been given (thank you for reminding us about that, Mary Oliver).
If you invited me into that StoryCorps booth knowing we only had an hour together, I wonder where you’d start. Chronologically? Alphabetically? It would be tough as I imagine myself doing it for you because there have been inches and miles, laughter and strife – and then some. There have been loved ones to thank for ever and ever. There has been despair and loss where words fall short. How do we measure this time? How do we measure this year of our lives?
Well, I invite you to take some of our remaining minutes of 2022 and do just that. Find a friend, find a pen and begin your telling. Not because someone someday may want to hear or read it. Do it because it is your story to tell. And there is love there. And we, none of us, want to miss out on that.