To strike the right tone for this blog, thought I’d post poetic musings that capture why and how we approach doing the seemingly impossible (transforming philanthropy by moving it closer to being transformational) in service to community and toward a vision of a better world.
Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of hope–not the
prudent gates of Optimism, which are somewhat narrower; nor the
stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense; nor the strident gates of
self-righteousness, which creak on shrill and angry hinges (our
people cannot hear us there; they cannot pass through): nor the
cheerful, flimsy garden gate of “Everything is gonna be all
right.” but a very different , sometimes lonely place, the
place of truth-telling, about your own soul first of all and its
condition, the place of resistance and defiance, the piece of
ground from which you see the world both as it is and as it could
be, as it might be, as it will be; the place from which you
glimpse not only struggle, but joy in the struggle–and we stand
there, beckoning and calling, telling people what we’re seeing,
asking people what they see.