November 27, 2010
Strange how life unfolds.
Strange how, as I look at these pages, it seems that I have come back here about once a year… to write a few words.
Is the idea of blogging still alive? I wonder, sometimes. These days we have CrackFaceBook, Twitter and a million other venues that allow people to connect on the wings of ever shorter bits of information.
I don’t write so much, anymore.
Strange, that. As a kid, I had a feeling I’d grow up to “write stories.” I wanted to… At the time, I wasn’t really sure what motivated me to write– 40+ years later, I understand that I had a purpose, a very specific purpose. A goal, if you will.
What happens after you’ve climbed Everest? What happens after the marathon is over? What happens after the party ends and everyone has gone home?
As one of my Teachers once pointed out, when you close a door behind you, it also means that you have stepped into a new room.
I’ve opened a door and gone through. There is a new room. I wonder what’s inside it….