I have been away for awhile–as the amount of things I have to say/need to say waxes and wanes.
It seems to me that the process of enlightenment is not a straightforward journey, proceeding forward evenly and predictably in a straight line.
Instead, it sputters like a car engine coming to life. Crank, sputter, dead. Crank, sputter, dead. Crank, sputter, roar to life!
It meanders, like a river that…