te amo Jeff

 

 

I’d like to dedicate this hopeful little book to all of the songs to come. Yours and mine. To all of those moments yet to unfold where we find ourselves awake to a possibility we hadn’t anticipated. To all of the songs like windows, open just enough for us to make our escape, and to all of the songs like windows, closed and clear enough in a dim light to see our own reflection and be reminded of who we are. Not one of these songs to come will save any of us for very long. But keep writing and waiting and watching life as it reveals itself to us slowly over time. Each song and each act of creativity, indeed, is an act of defiance in a world that often feels determined to destroy itself. The songs we have yet to write will always be more important than the songs we’ve already sung, and certainly more important than the songs we never bring to life. I hope you, dear reader, will take this book in the spirit it was written—as a humble request to write your one song today and tomorrow and each day after that. We have a choice—to be on the side of creation, or surrender to the powers that destroy.