I have not posted in nearly two years. Sometimes I have been caught in Flow, other times caught by the flow. I have married, moved, attempted to identify who and what I am. I have run across mountains and biked along rives. I have met great joy, and experienced great pain.

Though Cascadia is where I still am, and Flow I still seek, I have held my experiences close to my chest.

I read so that I might live ten thousand lives. But without writing as well as reading, I am but a cancer. A Taker. A leech upon souls.

In my heart I am a Giver, but true character lies in actions. So to be who I see myself, I must share. I must write as well as speak. Write so that ten thousand others may live another life.