What does real life look like to you in your best moments, your quiet moments?  What is it that you yourself actually want–down deep–and how much are you willing to give up to get it?  What really gives you life?  It’s time to consider what makes a thing life-giving and the point when even the life-giving becomes death-dealing for you. Then it is time to define life differently, perhaps. It’s the moment to put down what it is we’re doing that can be done but does not really need to be done, at least not by us. We need to

I went on a journey for 12 days down the east coast which you can read more about.  I have lots to process, but here are some initial offerings of things for which I am grateful (both silly and sublime): renting the cheapest car level possible and ending up with a Ford Mustang convertible wandering through Edgell Grove cemetery where my mother is buried and sensing the peace of her resting visiting with my uncle’s ex-wife, the mother of one of my cousins who so graciously shared stories with me stopping in the town of Wiscasset, Maine on my drive up