Hello friends.
I think it is safe to say that the following three images are a rather accurate summary of my current state. Tomorrow I will board a plane bound for Paris. After a series of what I'm sure will be adventurous and wacky antics, I will head for southwestern Italy, near the Amalfi Coast to settle in to work on a biodynamic, permacultural olive and wine farm for an indeterminate amount of time. At this familiar time of transition, rather than moving from the institutionally acknowledged freedom of Summer back to the rigors of academia, I am moving on. Freedom, or something like it. I now have the opportunity to pursue that which makes my heart burn bright. It is odd, though. The settling reality of my release from the shackles of formal growth. I am filled with excitement at the sight of this wildly flowing river, which rages in front of me, disappearing beyond the horizon.
The page turns. Clean hands gently caress the crispness that inevitably comes with a new chapter.