If I had my life to live over again, I doubt I would change a single thing. Sure, if I took a microscope to it, I'd change a few details here and there, the little things that might add up to better karma, or a clearer conscience. But of all the major events, the big things that I worried about, and cried about, and lost sleep over, there's not a single thing I would change. I would walk the same path, if I had it all to do over, and I doubt I'd do more than step over a mud puddle here and there.I would even go to Holland again, knowing as I do now all the pain, and the awful weather I'd have to suffer there. I'd go right back in again. What I have gained in this strange life of mine has been exactly what I wanted to gain. I've walked the paths I had to walk.
The real reason that I can't seem to update this blog recently is that I've sort of lost the desire to express these things inside. Maybe I've lost the ability too. For now.
I've entered into a liminal space, and I have no idea how long I'll stay here. I've been here for years already. Perhaps longer. Maybe I'm only realizing it now.
There's so much I could say about this, but I think I'll weave those threads into other tapestries.
