I have had dreams of doing certain things. They don’t always make sense, nor do I always have a plan concerning how the next thing might come about. What I do have is a directional view when it comes to the next right step. That step is for me, and those who have felt the same way, a leading tugging concept that pulls till we loose our footing and begin to get lost in the ensuing adventure. For some time I have talked away certain imaginative explorations for practical reasons. I will convince myself that I am procrastinating (which is often true), however, when I am given space to discern the leadings of the horizon, the newness that is meeting me, now and now and now- my eye gets singular and my veins fill with jet fuel.
Now you may be wondering what it is like for your veins to fill with jet fuel. And to be honest I really don’t know- I am speaking metaphorically. But perhaps not? There is something in my blood, under my skin these days, that has hold of me. It sent me to the top of a hill on my bike today and tomorrow I think the guitar will absorb this riotous furry. Friends have loved this part of my story well, but I fear a lonely season as thought gives birth to exploration- and as exploration begets the wilderness.
