January 3rd, In the Heart of Texas

Upon visiting Texas’s Alamo I am reminded of the many personal Alamo’s we endure every day; the few excuses that we stroke as talismans – reasons for our goodness perceived and real – holed up, ‘garrisoned’ against the forces of need and desire.

And it may be (as the real revolution) that the garrisoned are not that good and the forces of need and desire are not that bad. It may be simply that, between the two lies a barren drought-stricken stretch of heart meant to be fertile and supple with the daringness of  truth and wisdom.

And I wonder what happens to truth and wisdom when the heart – the vessel breaks or ceases to beat?