I woke up yesterday morning and had one thought – that I’ve started this blog with no direction.  How like me.   Have I given any thought to what this blog is “about”?  No, of course not.  Have I brainstormed themes, questions, ideas that I want to explore?  Nope.  Am I just leaping off the edge into the unknown, following a vague senses of instinct, trusting that one step leads to the next?  Uh huh.

That’s how it goes for me.  I’m a one-step-at-a-time kind of wanderer.  I still haven’t figured out how this site works, though after two hours back at JJ Bean (where the same woman from Monday sits in front of me, this time however, not so cute), I’ve figured out how to add photos.  A huge leap forward for womankind.

I also read something somewhere today that effectively said, with regard to blogs, if you don’t have something interesting to say, don’t bother.   No pressure.  I had a wonderful conversation this morning with my friend D (after a 25-minute job along the Seawall, so cool) about this idea of mine to start writing here, and she was completely encouraging.  It doesn’t matter where you start out, she said, or even what you think you’re going to be writing about… it’s only along the journey that you’ll discover where you’re really going.

Since I’ve used all my “writing time” up and am off to dinner with my old neighbors A&G, I’ll end with this line from a poem by Antonio Machado, shared with me years ago by one of my favorite teachers, Roger:

Caminante, no hay camino,

se hace camino al andar.

Wanderer, there are no roads.

The way becomes manifest upon walking.