I left our dorm yesterday having written my retirement letter to turn in to the administration. As I was doing it I told Betty I was somewhat depressed over the matter. “Do you not want to retire?” she asked. “No! I love my job, the essence of it, the making of art, and teaching others the love of learning how to make it. I just don’t know why I should quit something I love.” I had a troubled spirit. But the task was at hand and I wrote the letter, tucked it in my briefcase, and got ready to go on our morning ritual walk around the campus. As we walked out the door the sky soared above and burst forth with light of crystal light blue, the quad stretched out before me in brilliant emerald green and I longed to go, to be free to go. In that moment God’s peace was mine, the peace of going, going forth freely to go. To go see, to go explore, to be free to freely go. And so the year of getting to the starting gate of going has begun and I have penned “My Letter of Intent to Go!!!”
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