Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
—Seneca
Since the launch of my initial website 3,151 days ago (10/5/2012) to the unveiling of my new site today, I calculate I’ve taken @10,000 steps a day—discounted by 10% for sick days and 2 foot surgeries, but add back 10% to account for the up and down of 53 stair steps on the cliff at my previous residence for 3 years—for a total of 31,510,000 footsteps along the way—from there to here.
My more ethereal math tallies the glow of 95 full moons (accounting for 13 a month in 2 of those years) under which I cavorted with my demons & the primal. You see, hand carrying 80 blog post images that didn’t co-operate in the website tech migration, immersed me in a 9 year revealing retrospective of my musings.
Plenty of times I aimed too high, slimed too low, stayed too long, left too soon—and fell for it deep. Spirited away to seedy & exotic spots, I slithered when I should have walked, frolicked on a transatlantic high wire (in both directions) and red-eyed to an array of tropical hideaways. I bought and sold my wares, traded up and traded down & swapped one obsession for another. I purged possessions like a monk, hoarded sentimental junk & conquered disappearing tricks. And under each full moon, I nestled in the wild cocoon of night teasing the invisible—the ripple of a shoulder, flex of limbs, the tremble of a touch—searching for the sanctified.
I’ve lost count of all the strangers (who weren’t), emergencies, liaisons (per chance), warnings I failed to heed, intrigues I invited, risks I took, goodbyes I whispered—some ‘til then & a few forever. Not to mention a collection of illusions, spectral sightings & dead ends that opened up.
Contemplative, I wandered through multi continent deserts, left strands and footprints in miles of Caribbean sand, scoured windswept moors for clues linked to a former past, beat city streets from Amsterdam to Cape Town, missed planes, missed a kiss & barely dodged a cobra lurking in my path. From eclectic angles, I’ve worked the limitations (undercover) to uncover the lost & found.
I’ve closed doors and opened locks, reassembled broken pieces— revised, restored, transformed—& sought magicians deft with a sleight of hand.
So now, after a 5-month hiatus from creating blogs, I’m back with this inaugural post to my updated version.
Welcome to my new website made possible by the creative and technical expertise (and patience) of my website guru Mark Frankel Arroyo Design, my brilliant logo designer Eva-Lena Rehnmark and my photographer friend Kari Kliman. Please take a tour—peruse my offerings & let me know if I can guide you to your goals.
More footprints to follow.