Once there was a couple who sought to make their Wills. They thought about their children’s loves and skills and difficulties. They thought about their house of worship. They thought about all the things they did in the world: work and play, service that was for them enlivening, things they wanted to see happen for their grandchildren’s grandchildren and for the world. Then they wrote and wrote and wrote. Love letters. About dreams and making whole. They forgot about making “Wills,” they no longer wanted to dump things, but to put their lives whole to work. Only the lawyer called their dream letters Wills.
:- Doug.
