Calling in the Flock

Yes, I’m proud to say I attended 180 in-person events in 2024. But—if I’m being honest—is that something to brag about? I hadn’t seen my family in over a year and a half. I used to make the seven-hour drive often. But this past year, if I wasn’t at an event, I was writing grants, posting on social media, ordering supplies, in Zoom meetings, making a film, or curating an art exhibit. I told myself, “Just make it to the end of May.” That was the goal.

I almost missed my nephew’s wedding on May 31. Even with my brother offering his points and my sister-in-law booking the flight and sending me the tickets, I panicked. How could I leave? There was so much to do.

My son Walt used to say, “Mom, you stand before the world naked.” So here it goes: I am fiercely independent, and I also have what some call perseverance—others attribute it to biomarkers and call this trait unflappable. I keep going. Seven days a week, from morning until exhausted. And somewhere in there, I’d visit my aunt, check in on my son, or steal a few deep breaths between events.

All the while, my son Will has been urging me—gently but persistently—to slow down. He made time for us to share meals, sit down and watch a show, or just talk. He knew I needed rest before I did. He’s always had a quiet way of protecting my heart and helping guide and support the work of Walt’s Waltz in his own steady way.

And now—enter the turkey.

We were driving to get a treat from Jaramaiah’s (he knows I can’t say no), when we turned the corner and saw them—two turkeys, always in the same spot. One of them took off after our car. Will laughed, “Yep, they’re always here,” as the turkey chased us down the road.

And I laughed too—because in that moment, I saw myself.

This turkey, running after something with all its might, not realizing that if it doesn’t slow down and call in the rest of the flock, it might not make it much longer. I’ll be 65 this year. And that determined, slightly frantic turkey? That’s me.

But to be honest—the flock has always been there. You’ve held us up with your time, your talents, your encouragement. And now, we need to move forward in a more intentional way. We need to get organized, share the work, and grow stronger together. Can you see yourself in that next chapter with us?

I did get on that plane. I made it. I was present at the most beautiful, heartfelt wedding. I hugged all eight of my siblings and saw most of their children and grandchildren. There was no agenda. No rush. Just rest. And laughter. And love.

I came back with a calmer mind and a clear truth: I can’t do this alone—and I don’t have to. Walt’s Waltz is growing, and it’s time to grow our team too. If you have time, passion, or a heart for this mission, we’d love to have you with us. We’re looking for committee members and have several open board positions. If you’re curious or interested, please complete this Google Form.  We’ll follow up with a Zoom meeting based on the area(s) you select, so you can learn more before deciding to join.

From the beginning, Walt’s Waltz has survived because people showed up when we needed them most. Maybe that’s you this time. Maybe you have marketing experience. Or maybe you think you don’t have the “right” skills—but we promise, we need all kinds of talents. There’s a place for you here.

And if you’ve been chasing a dream too hard lately, like that turkey… maybe it’s time to pause, take a breath, and call in your flock too.

With gratitude, hope, and love,

Susan