No Compass.
No Vision.
No Plan.
No Clue.

Moving through Winter

Today, I traveled through winter.

The sun skidding along the horizon - glancing off the snow beneath me, tangled in the trees ahead.

Moving forward, sliding sideways and balanced between progress and caution.

My awareness reaching towards my legs, my sore back, my slow-motion nose.

And as often as possible, I look out to my goal and then quickly return to my own two feet.

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A True Story Told by Ralph, My Barber.

My barber, Ralph, has been cutting hair in the same building and in the same space for 50 years - he's 80 and from West Virginia.  When he started cutting hair he acquired an electric handheld vibrating machine for giving massages that plugs into a wall socket.  According to Ralph, six weeks ago the machine finally stopped working.  The very next day, an old man walked into Ralph's place with a box.  Ralph had never met the man before or since.  The man approached him and said, "Here son, this is for you."  Ralph opened the box and inside was a brand new and shiny electric massage machine.  It is exactly like the one that had stopped working the day before.  Today, Ralph cut my hair and worked the machine over my sore shoulder while he told me the story.  This is a true story.