Five years ago today I wrote my first blog post ever. It was a toast to my dad, on what would have been his 92nd birthday. My father was an amazingly strong influence in my life, much more than I realized five years ago, and I'm discovering more and more each year how that influence has shaped my life. He was a gifted writer, raconteur, self-taught artist and builder of things, and a piano player extraordinaire, who taught me to follow my dreams and to believe that those dreams would eventually take me somewhere worthwhile.
Three hundred and thirty-seven blog posts later, I'm still following my bliss, and that meandering trail has taken me places I'd never have imagined. Happy birthday, Dad.
"For me there is only the traveling
on paths that have heart,
on any path that may have heart.
There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge
is to traverse its full length.
And there I travel: looking, looking, breathlessly."
~ CARLOS CASTANEDA ~
