Over the last two days, I have let myself feel the sadness of isolation, rather than covering it up with too much to do or pretending that everything is okay. I reached out via this blog and another, and received words of wisdom and comfort and silliness and love. For these things I am grateful. O Gods, am I grateful!

You see, I know that I am surrounded and connected. I know that I am walking my path. With each step, I feel a mixture of joy and sorrow. Joy that I am making meaning in my life, helping others to find connection, and opening my heart to the heart of the Universe. Sorrow that as I explore places I have never been I have to leave behind where (and who) I was before.

I am lonely. I am scared. But I am pushing on.

I am grateful for the curiosity to question, the push to begin, and the courage to continue.

It is my will to follow my vocation. It is my will to meet other folks on my mountain.