So much to say...

There are a lot of ups and downs in every one's life. All of our collective stories are so different and yet, so very similar. There is not one person on Earth who has gone without feeling total elation or, on the opposite side of the emotional spectrum, utter defeat and anguish. It is these moments that make us who we are and shapes how we see the world. I have enjoyed a lot of great times over the years. And I have come to enjoy the times when, in that very moment, I have felt my heart sink and shrivel from grief and pain. I do not enjoy these moments when they occur, but it is the reflection I have come to enjoy and prosper from.

I have no organized religion in my life. I have studied and researched various religions over the years and for the most part, they all utter a similar goal and story: Live your life well, be good and honest to yourself and others, do not do intentional harm to another and simply love one another. I live my life as if the world is my church and try to do good in every waking moment. I fall short at times, but my intentions are good. I know not what the other side brings, but whatever it is, be it judgment or transition, I know that I am at peace.

I have no idea what direction this blog will take me. I'm sure I will see a million different angles and go down a million different roads. But I think at first I will tell some of the story of Me. Now, this may not facinate in any way, shape or form but it is a story filled with a million different emotions encountered on a million different paths. Paths that are steady and unbroken, where the scenery and light is warm and inviting. And there are quite a few paths I have traveled that are covered with pitfalls and destructive devices of my own making. All of the roads and trips and journeys I have endured and survived paint the story of my life. A story I will tell and remember. A gift from myself, to myself and a gift to my beautiful children.