Although - I try to remind myself regularly - the journey never stopped. Perhaps the journey never started, in the normal sense. We are born en route, and what is up to us is to decide what direction to move, at what speed, carrying what thoughts and feelings, keeping what company.
Alas, I have neglected this blog for a time out of fear, out of despondency, out of mental and emotional frozenness. I long to be traveling again, to be traveling forever - if not for the geophysical freedom then at least for the way I feel in my soul when the body around it stays in motion. I long to be free of the confining, corrosive fears and snapping metal jaws that growl and fight over the scraps of my spirit, my identity, over a huddled self that has learned to the detriment of every other skill how to look for and avoid anything in life that contains even a whiff of danger.
From within this place of fear, I fear most of all what I am missing:
