All my life, I’ve been a nomad of sorts. I have preferred walking to just about any form of transport. Nothing wrong with bikes, cars and planes, mind you, but I’ve never been in much of an all-fire hurry, and prefer intimacy to the furtive glance.
I’ve had to wait on this, as my laptop needed a new hard drive and I still, after getting it back yesterday, had to research how to remove pesky virus-mongers, like Conduit, from my Google page. SUCCESS! I just went into the settings on Google and removed each specific page by clicking an X.
Now, back to the concept of trailheads and paths. Every endeavour we embrace involves a path, of one kind or another. Our mental processes, our prayers, all our work and leisure- entail planning and effort, the stuff of any journey.
So, as I have to make this entry brief, embarking shortly for Phoenix, picking up a U-Haul, loading some furniture, and heading for the Denver area, I will make one promise: All my journeys henceforth will be shared under this title, with some throwbacks to sojourns gone by, every now and then.
Have a safe Thursday.