There was a moment several weeks ago that I had the idea to tell this story, however I did not know how. Nor did I have the context to put it in.

I sat in meditation and in a state of open-ness and anticipation for the moment to come where I could find the in that would allow me to begin having this conversation.

Then I had an exchange on TikTok and someone made the request to suggest books.

There was life in me after a low period. This was the topic my heart wanted to initiate, but didn’t know how. A small innocuous question, and the reply that had been waiting in the wind for, what felt like, ages began to fill a void.

The request for books and my response is an experience rooted 6 years in the past—-a point in time now that is a dream, a dream that I can neither remember nor forget—-, and I caught at the opportunity to engage with this TikTok follower over recommendations.

However, 60 seconds is not enough time to tell this story. And doing it in a succession of a 60 second shots showed that this was the opportunity to branch out into the podcast I’ve been wanting to do for a long while.

And now here we are. I had fun making it. I brushed off editing skills I haven’t used since high-school. I let myself feel what it is like to open to strangers again, and I told a story I have not spoken aloud to anyone. Not in the entirety that is included in this episode, any how.

There’s more to this story, and I’ve been working on the way to tell that story for months. Writing and re-writing and re-writing; chasing the delicate dove of perfection. Impossible. This is a first stab, a draft—-one of many to come—-in the process of telling my story and engaging with my purpose. What will I sound like, what will this story sound like, several weeks, several months, several years from now? That’s what interests me. The idea of coming back to this and watching an overview of the development of a personal process that I intend to carry me through life until, finally, I get to go home.

Thank you so much for those who have encouraged me, supported me, tolerated me, and (importantly) waited for my arrival back from the wild deserts of this internal exploration. Those of you who are still here, know that your presence, and your patience through my foolery, means the world to me. For those of you just joining, welcome. I’ve been looking forward to connecting with you for more time that you would believe. Each of you humble’s me in a way words will fail to express.

Be well. I hope you enjoy; and if you don’t, that’s okay. I enjoyed making it.