The only constant in life is change.  Death, detours, love, creation, constriction, winter, blooming, walking.  On the path, just walking on the path with nowhere to go–delighting on every step.  And it is about the story that we tell to ourselves and others.

A story of family thriving laced with tales of despair and heartache.  Climbing out of piles and piles of hand-me-down history from a family long gone–what use is that but for the story.  Creating better stories, more stories, uplifting inspirations and experience that marks a path we might not want to tread.

In the midst of any and all paths, there is the clearing in my heart that is timeless and motionless.  I sit in the middle of the Way, giggling.