What am I Doing Here?

I'm a slow study. It's taken me 66 years to accept that I am a vagabond. You would think, if you just counted the number of places I've lived or visited, that I would have caught on by now. Oh well.

Looking back, my progress this life is punctuated by periods of solitary wandering. Even when I would join in a tour group, I tended to drift off on my own. It was naive of me to think that my relocation to Sarasota, FL a few years ago -- after meandering around Asia for the better part of three years -- marked an end to my travels.

The idea of this coming wander seized me just recently. My somnambulent life here has been shaken by some get out of Dodge signals. Things not happening. I was getting bored. My limbic instinct was to run away, but then I considered that I probably only needed to absent myself awhile.

After a this coming trip to Montreal, I'm going to follow my cousin, with whom I live, up to Highlands. My cousin is very dear to me. She has endured an extremely difficult three years. Even so, her generous heart welcomed me into her life and gave me a place of beauty and comfort to land in after my travels in Asia. She has taken a place in Highlands NC to escape the Summer heat.

Once I know that she is safely settled, I will head south and west in the general direction of California. I want to drive the Natchez Trace, visit New Orleans, see my brother in San Antonio, and do a spirit quest in the four corners region. Yeah, I know that last part is a bit of a cliche, but that's what's calling. I'll end up in the San Franciso Bay Area and will eventually return to Sarasota. I have no idea how long I'll be gone or my exact itinerary.

This blog is my journal. It may be of interest to no one on the planet, but blogging seems appropriate. I'd rather write on MacBook than in a Moleskine, and I like the idea of publishing something out on the cloud.

If you've found this, I hope it amuses you. If not, well thanks for stopping by in any case.