What is raised up in a storm of bright hope lifts the heart, too. We work together to make dreams come true. Can we make them stay?
We tend, cultivate, patch, paint, and repair— year after year after eventful year— and our dreams support us, provide a roof to shelter honorable, essential work.
For a while. For the winds of change decree nothing lasts for always in the same way. Cathedrals can combust in Gothic flames. Prairie storms can derange the upstanding beams of barns that have held our generations.
Demolished dreams clear the ground for different seed, those new chapters we mightily resist, but need.