Sometimes, I think the real task of life is moving one step at a time until I come to a place that feels just like home, someplace I belong and feel safe and fulfilled.

In one sense, it isn’t about reading something learning something, or pondering something. It’s just about doing it,  It’s all about a vocation, I think, a way of coming home to myself. I think I am at home, and coming home to myself. It’s about time.

See you in the morning.