not all those who wander are lost

For this year, events and convictions have re-oriented life to a new, transforming path.

I am challenging myself to pause the usual routine to make way for perspective and serendipity. More intention, less haste. More real-world, less filters. Internal and external growth often requires travel to places physically and mentally, listening to the stories being told, and building anew from there.

The roads and trails are calling, and I will write here about people and places along the Way.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

- excerpt from "The Riddle of Strider", by J.R.R. Tolkien