as a kid I liked to roam in the woods

I talk periodically, here in Couch Surfing, about becoming “fetchable.” And developing, on the long, long road of this journey, amidst 10,000 screw-ups and celebrations, the quality of willingness not to flee. To stand in this one spot and welcome each and every guest arriving.

Truth is, these last few days there’s been something of a hard rain falling. With all its stories and scaries come to fetch me. And I have stood right here. I have not fled. It turns out, for me, shelter from the storm is in the not fleeing.

Larger life.