In the crumbling and in the breaking there is freedom. A rug pulled and vertigo ensued. Finally, eyes ripped from the tomb.

The map I have is incomplete. It’s direction is unknown and gaps unseen. Who am I to lead me?

Even if, the team must be carried. It can be done. It just takes one.

And for what? The discussion, the decision, all for what? Put it down, look up.

What warrants a celebration? Something worth celebrating and a spirit of praise. The good news, there’s a lot to celebrate.