Uncharted

I’ve been averse to blogging about the medical mayhem in my family. I have not wanted to violate privacy or publish things that I have no right to say on behalf of the people that I love.

It’s taken me a minute to feel confident that the blogging gate would open up for all that I might want to say … or if it did open up, if I could trust myself to walk through it without falling into the moat. I may still fall, but I think that’s okay.

Tomorrow I venture back to the desert to hold hands with my father and walk with him for a short while on his final journey.

There is so much more to say than this, while at the same time, it feels like that’s all there is to say.

I believe I will find more words as time goes on, in the days, weeks, and years ahead. That those words will serve as my sword and shield for my life travels in front of me, just as they’ve gotten me through the twists and turns behind me. And while there will undoubtedly be hazards on the path, broken compasses, and dragons, I am a wanderer at heart. It’s time to brave this next adventure.

More soon.