At desk with a whole day open, in front of the writer.

Sun still not up, latte lowering with each intentional life.

Working on my column, the second official post, I think, but it doesn’t matter.  My thinking is everywhere and unusually centralized this morning after taking Nurse to work.  And, on the way home.

Dark, lights, people rushing, and I think why.. where are they going?  Who are they.

And then… who am I?  Where am I going?

This I think sparked with the meeting with H, yesterday.  A fellow educator at Sonic, having taught at the college level, and approaching me a couple weeks ago about a course idea she had.

Now, we work together on brining it to life.

With all this forward energy and inner-voice after getting married to the most inexplicably wonderful girl, whom I still can’t full grasp is real, and our honeymoon in Paris… I’m alive.  Heightened in purpose and passion and presence.

So, I assist where I can brining H’s course scribble to a breathing, mobile state.

And me, learning from everything.  Not just “philosophy”, as some would dismiss and attempt to reduce, but…..  Real.  A tool, or practice, habit, migrated mind.