The bus is humming with the buzz of adolescents high on pizza post-performance, even though it’s late, the light has been gone for hours, and we are all tired. You see, this is life. These wide eyes are are young and beaming with joy that comes from experiencing something fully, whether it be new or a repeat of something that holds dear sentimental value. There is gossip, claiming of one’s place, and observing. These are teenagers who are here in this moment, awake to each other.
There are constant reminders of how sacred these moments are to us all. We are simply riding the school bus back to Springfield after a dance competition in Lamoille, but we also all chose to be here and to put the effort and work into making this day happen. This is the gift we are giving to each other. We have shown up and we are trying in all our different ways to get the job done. We are trying to be kind, to be better, and to be open. This is vulnerable work. This is work full of effort.
There are so many hard things we must grapple with as we try to live our lives that the joy I hear in back-of-the-bus sing-a-longs, comparing performances, and secret sharing is my gentle reminder of the gift of today. I ache to kiss the two of my children who are sleeping at home, but I feel held by the opportunity to share this day with the children of others who are so heart-full this evening.