November 10, 2013

I left home when I was still in high school. It wasn’t a dramatic as that may sound – I left by choice, the reason being that my small town high school was phasing out a number of programs that were very important to me and I wanted to go to school somewhere that offered those areas of study. So I went away to a boarding school.

I attended that school for two years, and when the time came to move back home I could fit everything I owned into the back of my pickup truck, no problem.

When we moved from the city to the country nine years ago, we couldn’t fit everything into the back of a rather large UHaul truck. It seems like moving gets more complicated as you go, or maybe it would be better to say “as you grow”.

This week, I want us to look at a moving story (no bad pun – or good pun – intended) in the interest of helping us to imagine what it might look like to be a tribe on the move, while remaining a tribe that remembers why it exists; that doesn’t lose its focus.

We’ll be meeting at 318 Ross (The Frame) at 10:30 a.m. We’ll provide the coffee and tea, but you have to bring your own snow shovel…

Peace,

Tim Plett