Honie Briggs

Someone I love recently shared a long distance sunset with me that completely matches a phrase from Longfellow’s Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie, a poem of loss and devotion that coincidentally matches my experience at this particular moment in time.

The most difficult thing is to recognize failure for what it is, an opportunity to learn something about the world you thought you’d already mastered. The most encouraging thing is the knowledge that a single moment does not define who we are. 

“Softly the evening came,
The sun from the Western horizon.
Like a magician extended his 
golden wand o’er the landscape
   Twinkling vapors arose; 
   and sky and water and forest 
   Seemed all on fire at the touch,
   and melted and mingled together.”
                              – Longfellow

I am grateful to be old enough to know better than to give up when a plan falls apart. Faithful and consistent, there’s always tomorrow.