The Skillman Foundation

We cannot come to the world right now.  

We are currently out of these offices, out of zoom rooms, out of meetings, off teams, away from our desks.  

Currently we are out of our work selves entirely.  

Out of our composed selves.  

Out of our time-constrained selves.  

Almost some mornings it seems out  

of our human presenting form selves.  

We are briefly out of frustration for what we cannot change.  

Out of anger at our own useless limits to create  

something better for others quickly. 

Out of hopelessness that what the world deeply needs  

is taking far too long to arrive.  

We each are going to stand on the brink. 

One foot in the past, one in the future. 

Reflecting on what was and imagining what might be. 

We will see you on the other side. 

The side where we shift from resting deeply to waiting restlessly. 

Awaiting the moment we wake before the alarm  

To get back to the place where we get to try at least to make things change. 

Lacing up boots and scrambling toward the path rising up 

From the past, well-worn from ancestors’ travels 

Where the clouds, streak purple at dawn and dusk 

Reminding us that there is a rhythm to this universe 

And our job is simply to find the current beat. 

When we meet not to meet but to readily meet the moment. 

So while we are out of office… 

Don’t mistake the quiet for quitting.  

Don’t confuse the rest with relinquishing. 

When we return to our minds, to ourselves, to our mission, to our meaning, to our evolution of the revolution—the rest will be history and trust and believe….  

It will also be history in the making.