I have prevarricated. Some of you may know what that is like. I have been busy - that's true, but more than anything I have been wrestling with what my first post should be on this blog of mine, this new venture in internet communication: What is sufficiently substantial and representative of my intended writing to come to take this pride of place as the first thing I write here?
I don't have an answer to that. While soul and spirit and heart-focused living are all definitely part of it; and 'human business' as my friend Mark Walsh describes it is also connected to what I want to write here; and Warrior living is at the heart of what I am offering in many of my workshops; it is all of these things and none of these things and something else as well.
So, it will be what it is and perhaps others will define it for me as it forms.
For now, instead of only offering you my prevarrication, I offer you a poem. It is a wish, for my own soul and perhaps it will resonate with yours as well.
What does this soul long for?
Love, Love, Love
And longing's end
With space to grow,
And manifest safe reality
In the hands of Mother Earth
And in the hearth of my own home
And own work
And knowledge of integrated expansion
And continued learning
In enjoyment and immersion and pleasure and recognition
And tactile, rolling, tumbling fun
And walk, walk, walk
Without and within
And everything done
And everything yet to do
Adventure, adventure, adventure!