It has been some time since I traveled.  Life in Florida had been like tap dancing on quick sand and I felt like I was just struggling to get by. Despite the ever present sun, my time there had awakened a darkness in that was consuming every aspect of my life.  Even I was blind to the effects that it had on me.

     It was during this time that someone that cared for me made a sacrifice to get me out.  It was a gift that I will never be able to fully repay, no matter what I do. It gave me hope again to be pulled from the mire that I was drowning in.  And now, I feel that that a part of me that had died long ago is gradually gaining strength again.  It is as if the rain falling from the sky is feeding it like a verdant beast.

     This is a time of meditation for me now, as I am uprooted and replanted and waiting for the dust to settle.  I am not sure about anything right now, except that I need to press forward.  Even in my uncertainty, my path reveals itself with uncanny timing, even though I am not sure where it will take me.