The journey, my dear
I have a perpetual smile on my face in the past few days brought on by the absurdity of ever thinking I know what is around the corner. I flew miles and miles back to a place I started at twenty two years ago and found what I was not looking for much in the same way I found it back then. It’s always startling to find out just how much you don’t know the older you get.
A Buddhist proverb says, when the student is ready, the master appears. I say there is no more rain in this cloud.