Paris France, December 2008.

Direction isn’t something that we always know we have, often its sways from one side to another, here or there. Either way we go on. Aware or not, we move to where we are now, to our future. In those times when it all comes together, we see for an instant or more, the road laid out behind us in golden light; we know then, even if just for a moment, that we got it right. All those times that our life seemed to be in jeopardy, or that the foundation would give, those places of darkness come forward to receive thanks, this is how it was supposed to be.