We’re like an eighty-piece ensemble orchestra

warming up our practiced skills and instruments

and waiting

for the conductor

there are lots of random sounds coming out from the orchestra pit. The tuning up sounds like noise.

                                     It’s time to pause.

Some feel it more than others at first.

We can all sense the light tapping from an offstage podium . . . a tapping that is calling us to pay attention . . .

It’s about time to come together

To join the sounds of our individual instruments and make the music together

That we cannot make by ourselves

And that wouldn’t sound the same without each of us.

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