The Where

There was once a reflection eight years ago about jumping fearlessly into the then unknown. There was a link made between the where and the why. It was decided that where one went to find answers to the questions that keep one up at night may be the most important.

Who knew the where would be the first landing port? That certainly was unexpected.

That was unexpected for a once weary traveler stubbornly refusing to stay still. That was unexpected for a non academic on a self imposed sabbatical. That was unexpected for a contract laborer carelessly deferring permanency.

Until the where happened.

Until it became clear that one cannot run from one’s past. Until it became clear that all the cliches about self discovery beginning with confronting one’s own past are true. Until the comments were written on thought bubbles and pasted on poster boards. Until the casual violence of everyday memories could be seen through the words of children.

In jumping it was hoped the why would become clear but there was no guarantee. There is still no guarantee the why has become clear but there is some glimmer.

The Stormmaster once said, “It matters that you are here.”

It’s becoming clearer that it was the where that mattered more than the why. Where then is the where?

Here, of course.