Third Act

The sun is low in the sky, and already the days grow short. The last warm days of autumn are quickly slipping through our fingers.

It is time to leave the porch behind. Whatever this blog becomes it will be something new. No more picking through the bones of the past searching for the answers.

I have lived it, I own it, and its memory will inform everything that I do, but the answers do not lie in the past. Peace, happiness, these are not things that hide under rocks in the lost ruins of an ancient time. They live, they breathe, they pulse inside my blood.

Open the heart, it’s time to let them out.