The Begining of the Middle

Beginnings are easy. You arrive, you put on foot in front of the other, and you go forward. Because, in the Beginning, forward is really the only direction to go. On the journey-just-begun, the path is clear and the prospects promising. At the End of our travels, there is little for us to determine. So, if not easy, Endings posses an ease of their own, destination known. It is all the Middle-mess in which we must face the dilemmas large and small, the detours off road that make up the substance & texture, the adventure. The Middle Lands are the uncomfortable, uncharted, wonderful territory of our lives. But it also the sum of the greatest part of our lives.

Today, I am in the middle of the country, in the middle of my life, and in the middle of lovely chaos.