Ernest, Victoria, B.C.

At first glance, it would appear that there are a lot of things that might change in the outward particulars of my life. Things that seemed important before don't have the same charge. And things that were on the backburner have suddenly burst into flames.

But as tempted as I am to slam on the brakes and turn the bus of my life around it feels like the right thing to do to just let the reverb play out for a little while longer and see what emerges. There is some real discomfort in that and the tension is almost always present in some way.

I realize that on some very deep levels I no longer have a single, sweet, ever loving, clue about which end is up. And, yet, I have such a sense of direction on the one level that doesn't have an obvious manual for how to apply it in time and space.