I am a pig.

And today the wallow that I’ve been forming with my fat nose, my stubby legs, and my willful determination to have it exactly my way, is soon to fill with water. Water that I will lay in. And make sooo perfectly filthy with mud and muck and watermelon rinds and anything else I can get my little snout on.

I am a stallion.

And today the plain is all wildflowers and sunrise and grasses up to my forelock. And I will run and run and run and run and feel the fullness of my mythical power.

I am a bell.

And today the monks will reach me after their tireless climb and will take a hold of my ropes and let me loose to sing my song through the treetops, mountain streams, and village centers.

I am a smiling man.

And today, Soul School launches with 31 participants! The goal was 30. But my doorman is too nice and needs to work on his boundaries!

Today, a dream, a goal, a howl, a long-held prayer is being realized.

Today, I get to serve, I get to give, I get to be, as much as I want to, in service to a group of people who are endeavoring to live lives of authentic, wild, inspired service and contribution.

The wallow, the plain, the peal, the smile. All petals on the pink sweet beauty of today.

Thank you all for your support in making this happen.

With love and anticipation,

Peter McLean