Another Beginning

That's really all we have, right?  We can always start over--as often as we need to.  Sometimes we're pushed gently to it and other times it just seems like the right thing to do.

I have blogged for years.  Sometimes off, sometimes on.  I have scraps of writings all over the place in emails and notebooks and several blogs.  I've always wanted some kind of respository for them; a place they can call their own and maybe live for awhile.  And I had that for a long time in one place.

But the time is right for me to do something new.  I've just finished a ten-year project.  In a lot of ways I'm looking for a new project and I have no idea just yet what that will be.  But I need a place to put my thoughts, somewhere "out there" as opposed to "here in my head" so I can pressure test them as something different from just those fragments of ideas that run through my day.

My past "places" have been that: places.  And temporary ones--tents to be exact.  But this new start needed a new perspective.  So this is a process--the process of homing in, of seeking and finding a focused end.  It sounds very disciplined but just like the pigeons who do the same thing it's more like a directed wandering.  They know where they start and they know where they need to go; how to get there can take many forms.  And maybe should.

It's homing in--find that way.

To homing.