You do not need an invitation, my dear.
You can begin now. A few minutes ago would also have been fine. Last week, month, year, all would have been OK, too.
But now is best.
This moment.
The gold outside, where the long grass died.
The green of the oak outside the window.
This is the time, and you are here. All of us are glad.
Mother Teresa is glad. Dorothy Day is glad. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin is glad. St. Ignatius. Jesus. St. Francis. Your great grandma and grandpa. Your sweet dad. All of them are glad that you are sitting down and writing.
The room is dusty. You do not know how to start a blog.
Maybe just begin.
Maybe just scribble a few thoughts, for the tribe. The tribe forgives the shaky start. The tribe just applauds that you have started. They are standing up and cheering and high fiving each other. They are saying, “Well, we are glad we waited. But more glad that we didn’t have to wait anymore.”
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