Here I am. At the beginning. At the end. A re-birth of sorts.
I am a vagabond in my own life at the moment, but a vagabond with potential. What that will look like, I don't know, but I am open to finding out.
It has been raining buckets this past week, and two days ago I went to one of our local watersheds, McLane Creek, for a few hours of dripping silence. The chum salmon run had just finished, and their bodies were strewn about the banks of the creek, effort and passion spent. New Hemlocks grew up from rotting stumps, and moss and lichens re-claimed old branches.
I reflected on the cycle of life, and felt the reason in it; the peace of it.