It’s been a hot minute…or four and a half years…since I’ve been here. I’m not sure why, but I bet it’s because life, the stuff of life, and other stuff got in the way.
Funny how we let that happen. Strange how I let that happen.
The more things change, the more things stay the same. Right now I do not hear that with a critical ear. I hear that as someone who keeps the path, diverges from the path to learn new things, likes a path that is cleared, buys a new pair of shoes if the substance of the path changes consistency, walks the path solo, longs for a hiking companion…you get the picture. I like to keep going while staying open to what is present.
So I’m back. Home. In a place I get to jot down some notes. That’s always been a pleasure to me, yet I neglect it. But now those paths converge. I’ve found some confluence. And maybe even some roadblocks.
Perhaps you’ll recognize and identify. Maybe sit for a minute with me.