Waves of wind beat against face and penetrate my clothes as I sit near the door pondering what is next in the journey. Its not that there are steps to be taken. I prefer to see everything flowing together with blurry lines of gradation, not stairs or rungs on a ladder. When something begins or ends specifically in terms of being in a place, working with a specific organization it is easy to say, one door closes and another opens. I don't like it. I think I see my life more as a constant me moving forward with time and taking things with me to face the future. People define their lives in chapters, pages, stages, etc, etc. I like to see my life as a journey a bit like the Pilgrims Regress by C.S. Lewis. It makes me uncomfortable to put time periods in boxes and label them. I suppose I am walking in an area of the journey that is a bit blurred. It has been place to place to place. In between those places there are in between no mans lands that need to be crossed. I am crossing a sort of no mans land now thinking of what is passed, attempting to decipher my surroundings, anticipating what is on the other side, hoping, dreaming, and fearing what is next...