6 AM. I open "A Year With Rumi" to a random page. The first 7 lines of his poem reads:

"Every war and every conflict

between human beings has happened

because of some disagreement about names.

"It is such an unnecessary foolishness,

because just beyond the arguing

there is a long table of companionship

set and waiting for us to sit down."

A month or so ago they set up a couple of long tables at the Post Office. Our Supervisor made a big breakfast for us all. She didn't get much sleep the night before. The display was better than any restaurant buffet.

The tables sat empty for a bit while we all continued to sort mail like we usually do. Then carriers slowly made their way over. Pretty soon the tables were full, couldn't find a seat.

The morning rush was halted. The food was delicious. And I could tell you a lot about the carriers I sat with. Things that go beyond names, that the human heart sees

It was a good morning.

Off to the mail trail.

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