
My zeal for the journey has disappeared. Any journey. I am quite content to look at the photographs and let that be close enough. Sitting by the window, writing what needs to be written are simple joys that come my way as the days go by. I take pleasure in my uncarved blocks and going to get the mail. And when it is gone, it will just be gone. I regret spending as much time as I did in a lot of places, and did not realize at the time that my dislike for them would last as long as it has and grow moreso over time. I don’t waste time with things I don’t like these days and I like the right kind of conversation more than ever. I think articulation is the doorway to realization, and if we don’t talk about subjects that interest us we will learn little about those topics over our entire life time. So ask the questions that beg to be asked and say the things that cry out to be said! You will never know where they will lead if you don’t ask and say.










