I stumbled upon this poster, "There is no certainty, there is only adventure", as I was hurrying to shuttle a friend to the train station in Hudson, NY. He came from Brooklyn to visit with us in our tiny rented cabin in the tiny hamlet of Claverack in Columbia County. That morning our brunch service was slow. Our food was delicious. Our conversation was impassioned.
And this combination of events led to the type of delay that forces train passengers to leap from moving cars and sprint to trains as conductors are just about to pull away and said sprinter is the very last passenger to board the train before it heads back to Manhattan. Phew! He made it.
But the point is--I think it's true. As I think back to that hurried moment after brunch dashing to the train and watching our dear friend leap aboard and then pull away from the station--this poster really comes to life. There is no certainty, there is only adventure. And as I think back to the last four weeks of this amazing time spent with family and friends and family friends from all across this beautiful region of Upstate New York, I simply feel full of adventure.
And as much as I'd like to think there IS certainty (certainty of love, of justice, of creativity, of imagination, of transformation, of possibility, of growth, of expansion) I'm pretty sure there is no certainty in the end. No certain way to attain what we most want to attain, no certainty of happiness, of protection, of destination, of progress, of success, but instead there is only adventure.
Only the moment. Only staying present and trying to stay intentional and trying to have a sense of humor and a sense of conviction as we speed through the charming city of Hudson, NY and arrive at the train station. Uncertain if the conductor will still let us board, we charge ahead with our pounding hearts flush with adventure.
I'll be back in California by next Monday's post--so I'll see you from the West Coast very soon.