This text is by Shoshanna Utchenik in her capacity and does not, necessarily, reflect the views of different infinite mile contributors, infinite mile co-founders, the authors' employers and/or other affiliations.
|Blessing of the Paths: a Back-to-School Letter|
We are ready.
At least, swimming in papers, construction dust, building inspector missives, energy bar wrappers and unboxed supplies, we prefer a beginning to this endless “readying.”
We are here in love/ in love with Here/ in love with who we are here with.
We deliberate how to raise kids for the world we want, yet equip them to survive the world we have...
We make our days a living prayer, each turn of the pencil sharpener releasing one to the skies:
May they walk in love and light, with hunger for truth and love of each other.
May their rights redeem all our wrongs, even the ones that continue on right now. And now. And now.
May they be free from want, from hunger, from thirst,
May they love each other like we long to, like we’ve never managed, despite the fact that we can’t show them how. Despite us, may they keep their pure hearts and hope and utter glee, their joy in jumping,
May they stand for each other, sing out with full voice, walk proud of each other, may they walk side by side with each other, may they listen with compassion and patience and love.
May they return.
May they return.
May they return crowned with the same halos they came in with, the halos of their families’ love, the halos of their myriad potentials, those very same fingers of light reaching farther and brighter forth from them, branches, beams, rays of their wholly wild, feeling, phenomenal selves.
May they be judged on the content of their character, and may that phrase mean nearly nothing to their children.
So much of what we prepare for is The Unknown and un-anticipate-able. When the kids finally begin, they will tell us what they need. They will ask for help with sage words or they will cry out for it in ways that burn their faces and embarrass their friends. We will all plow the road together, whether with Bobcats or plastic-wrapped sporks.
May we honor the many paths that bring us to 4141 Mitchell Street, and may we hold sacred the path forward that we forge together, into the unknown.