From here to there...

We stay busy, we find meaning-but getting older, as much as it is a gift,  is a challenge. As a friend just said, I am working with the gaps. I know what he means. Am thankful for time-yes, but there is no great prep for dealing with identity & generativity  . So, I wander & jump into things with a yes. I hunt humanity. i don't ask- Do i need it-does it spark joy.... it's a gut feeling, no questions asked. I use my time to enter reality and everyday it's different.

Nature, of course is such a draw. I actually think I like bike riding because it allows me to see a lot in a prescribed amount of time! Here I was riding along the Farmington River in Connecticut. 

T. S. Eliot said "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go..."

or a visit to Edith Wharton's (the writer) house in Lenox, Massachusetts. The Age of Innocence, The House of Mirth, etc... I learned she wrote her first novel at 11 years old and love to write in bed..

Some claim her house is haunted, who knows (Ghost Hunters did film an episode there, hmnnn..)-Edith wandered freely on her massive grounds before she meandered to Paris.

The paths we take often follow a sense of identity, and tho it may seem random, it probably isn't so-more instinctual, we let, after years, our authentic self steer our way.

xoxo