There is no done—there is only doing

I don’t know why it is taking me so long to see these things. But at least I am starting to see.

There is no done. One event, one action, one breath–these are just links in a chain that never ends. I am a part of the chain, briefly, then I am not.

It’s a lesson I remember that hit me deeply in the early days. I understood (because someone told me and I heard the words) that by showing up early every Sunday morning and making 15 gallons of coffee I was an essential part of the chain stretching back to that first person with a resentment and a coffee pot, and stretching into the future to save the life of someone who would show up to that church room years after I had gone.

Jacob’s Ladder.

Just because I showed up and made coffee.