Moxie

Tonight I toast to those of us who were invincible in our youth. Us for whom the stars glowed overhead at night, the katydids singing to us to late into evenings spent searing dreams across our hearts. We glowed with wonder at everything we could do. Our lists were as long as we were tall and no tired adult would tell us that what we wanted could not be acheived.

Tonight I want to brandish that spirit back into our thoughts and to cease its service as merely a blanket of memories keeping us warm; that we might not yet, not ever, forget the invincibility of ourselves in which we believed; that we might find a way for our then to elbow its way into our now. 

May we once again be rich with wonder,

to find ourselves with the time to lay against the blades of dewey grass and be, 

to forgive our pasts,

knowing that our shortcomings and our failures in this present time were always meant to be a part of us; that they have the capacity to shift our spirits and yet may we not disparage of ourselves because they exist. 

Perhaps we will realize the best parts of our ethereal selves and seek not to provoke the wounds. May we realize a strength of spirit instead. And may it be there we seize life, unfeigned.