Those moments when you are standing on a bridge… Looking for a woman named Nancy. A Yoda in a land where few Yodas are left to be found…
Someday you will be a Yoda yourself.
Through the wars and the rain. The stones and the cold.
Whatever important things you know, hold on to them for they will be useful in the future.
We used to think up the craziest things… Mountain Man Book days. Survival stuff… How to can fruit, weave baskets… etc and so on…
But now…
Now it seems that fragments of memories and pieces of time that we can hold on to… Those things will prove to be most important. Those pictures of our humanity. Those bridges to our resurrection.
There are still a few Yodas out here, I can feel it. I have a question to ask one of them…
Hold tight my friends in boxes. A breakthrough is coming. Clean fresh air. Blue skies. Prayers for you now.