I’m like a woman possessed. With a plan in hand and about ten irons in the fire, things are definitely heating up. My days are full of reading, note taking, Post-it making. My walls are covered with stickies. My mind, with even more.
As I felt around for something to grab me, N. reminded me of Tolkien’s line,
All those who wander are not lost.
So I poked about, reassuring myself I wasn’t lost, exactly, just not on a known path. My plan: to get a plan.
I’m reminded of another passage from Tolkien, less often reprised, that captured my imagination back at 17…
Still round the corner there may wait,
A new road or a secret gate:
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.