I was walking with my dad on Ocean Beach in San Francisco this past weekend. In walking with him, I can really get this sense of how much an echo I am of all those who came before me.

I can imagine this photo continuing, with his father behind him, and his father’s father behind him, and so on, forever, an ancestral caterpillar extending for decades and centuries at my side. I can imagine the pain they withstood, the lessons they learned, the wars they fought, the families they produced, their joys, their failures, and so on, and at the end of this, the next domino in a line so long it can’t be counted, there I stand – the accumulation of all those who came before me. I think it’s important to remember that.

Our lives are a baton passed from the thousands that extend down that chain, and so much needed to happen for it to finally get to us. I really like to feel that in all the choices I make. That way, there’s more weight and purpose in what I do, because then my life isn’t just for me, it’s also an expression of those who came before me, and it will influence those who come after me. Like an unfathomably long line of lightbulbs illuminating one at a time, one after the other, forever, appearing as though the light itself is shooting through each bulb – I, today, am holding that light. To take ownership of that responsibility is important, man. We hold this light briefly. It is such a gift.

In what way can we, each day, be sure we don’t take for granted that glow? Most of all the billions of humans who have ever lived throughout history are gone. In being alive, we are the minority. What will you do while you hold your light? Life is precious, man. Live it for the miracle that it is! Feel the enormity of all that needed to happen for you to be possible! Anyhow, I’m feeling grateful. Happy Tuesday! Oh, and a reminder, new song is coming on August 28th. ☀️💀

Seeing all these news stories, all these closed businesses, everyone walking the streets in masks. It made me think, man, what a time to be alive. You know those old photos of families during The Great Depression? We’ll have that. Photos of families wearing their masks as they go for a walk. Photos of a cashier wearing a face mask in an empty restaurant waiting for someone to walk in to order takeout. Photos of shuttered restaurants, bars and businesses that had otherwise been open for decades. Our grandkids may ask what it was like when the whole world was put on pause. What will we say? I think about that. What person did we become? What did we lose? What did we gain?

A piece from Lord of The Rings comes to mind. Frodo says to Gandalf, “I wish it need not have happened in my time.” And Gandalf replies, “So do I. And so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with time that is given to us.”

A woman wrote me recently whose husband died of COVID, and listening to ‘Imagination’ made her feel closer to him. I feel blessed to have built that bridge for her. I hope to build more bridges. I really hope to be part of some kinda light, man. The world could use some light. I challenge everyone reading this to use all that’s happening as an opportunity to build – yourself, your relationships, your families. Maybe when all is said and done, when we’re asked what we did during these uncertain times, we’ll reply that we chose hope instead of despair, we held closer those we love, and we caused something more to glow within us.

Challenges provide the mortar from which we can build, man. It brings to mind flowers blooming from fractured asphalt after an earthquake. Anyway, sending some joy and encouragement your way. You got this. 💀