Memories Out of Season

 

 


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

I've been at CAP fifteen years, first as Director of Community Services, then Director of Development & Community Relations. A record for me--The only place I spent longer was while growing up at home in Vancouver (18 years.) Usually, I've felt the need to seek new experiences and new challenges every five or six years.

Other than giving prominent time to my writing, 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 this urge to push on into the unknown and to see what may be out there waiting.

And age is a factor. There comes a point where our lives no longer stretch unconsciously, day after day, into some seeming infinity. Infinity becomes increasingly finite.

I think 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 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.

 

 

 

[First posted: January 13, 2015]