Friends, on this solstice weekend, I send you a favorite reading.

Wait Without Hope, T.S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

 

Dear ones, 

Here’s to the darkness and light.

The stillness and dancing.

The faith, hope, and love of the waiting.

This year’s book list is running a bit behind, but here are a few favorites recently shared with my team. With more to follow!

The Serviceberry, Robin Wall Kimmerer

The Mad Farmer Poems, Wendell Berry

Co-Intelligence, Ethan Mollick

The Maniac, Benjamin Labatut

The Corporate Life Cycle, Aswath Damodaran