I have come to the conclusion that I write to understand this world. I lay thoughts unto paper like a mason might lay brick to connect point A to B. Words create the pathway in which I follow, in hopes of some further depth and understanding of that which had previously lay in heaps before me. The mass and height of the piles vary in which I decided to conquer them; perhaps I should have an elevation limit. 

This brings me to my second point, that the recent “pile” has inevitable turned into a mound, formed into a small knoll, grew into a hill and now I stand at the bottom of a mountain that I have to summit in order to continue my forward momentum in life. 

As I am working though on my approach, packing my ice ax just in case of any needed self arrests; I recognize that this is most liking going to be a mutli-pitch climb. 

On Belay.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of my friends and family, near and far. May your blessings out weigh the negatives and may we always remember to recognize the little, silent and “common” blessings in our life, the ones we so often forget to count. 

sleepyeyes nov. 2011