The Matrix

I’m in the (finger-cramping) process of addressing our 200 Christmas letters the old-fashioned way, by hand.  Each name calls forth faces and shared moments that collectively define a lattice of human experience.  All of these individuals’ lives overlap with my own in various ways, weaving a network.  Each envelope represents an opportunity to remember and appreciate this, and to reconnect with those I haven’t had opportunity to spend time with recently.

It’s a matrix, a structure supporting the development of all involved. As I write these names in a cumulative roll call, I realize how comparatively limited my life might have been without this grid.  I am acutely thankful for it.