Memories Out of Season

 

January 13, 2015...


I have announced my intention to move on from Lower Columbia CAP (Community Action Program) at the end of this month.

I have been at CAP fifteen years—a record for me--first as Director of Community Services, then as Director of Development & Community Relations.

The only place I spent longer was while growing up at home in Vancouver (18 years.)

 

Typically, I have felt the need to seek new experiences and new challenges every five or six years.

I have no specific plans or even expectations; only an excited sense of expectancy.

The comfortable and the familiar can be very seductive, but there is also within us, I think, this urge to push on into the unknown and to see what is out there waiting.

And age is a factor. From the time I was a child, no matter what my age, I have always wanted to be older. And now I am.

There comes a point where our lives no longer stretch unconsciously, day after day, into some seeming infinity, and I am reminded of Tennyson’s lines from “Ulysses”—

“Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.”

I hope that there is still "some work of noble note" that I may yet undertake, some contribution that I may in this world still make.

And, too, I have always loved beginnings.