I really feel like having a rest today.  Then I think to myself, what will it feel like when I reach the destination?  And even as this thought illuminates the promise of something NEXT, I realize that not only don’t I believe in destinations, I would not be any further along, were I to reach one.  (If this seems a little inside-out, please refer to Winnie-the-Pooh.)

Nonetheless, I think I will take the morning off, and go somewhere the Things I Must Do can’t find me. Maybe some other accomplishing – down in the meaty places inside my bones, where something new is forming – demands a bit more time for its own purposes.  Here, what happens is not a destination – it is more like a song resonating with no reason to arrive, and no wish to depart.

I would be delighted if you would join me!