Since that day, I have like clockwork returned to this pen and this paper and scrawled down the latest things running around inside my head. Every solstice and every equinox. When Spring brings and when Summer ends. When lower lights are burning and when the sun shines brightly. Sometimes I come armed with a dissertation about The Way Things Should Be and sometimes I come like a beggar pleading for words to fall into my hands so that somehow I might look smart.

I hope these are more than just narcissistic ramblings made to give me the appearance of some skilled writer (which I'm not.) I want these writings to be a dirt trail, a path blazed back down the mountain as I climb upward. A trail of crumbs back to some distant place. I don't plan to look for that distant place ever again, but it's nice to see that I've made some progress when some days I feel so far from Heaven that no plane ticket could even get me onto the same continent. This is a celebration of a great work that amazingly is still a work in progress.

Read if you'd like, but please, tread lightly. I hope these are not too earnest and maybe, just maybe they will give you hints as you discover the path laid out for you.

Last Updated: December 22, 2002