HOW ARE ANY OF US FOUND?
I continue to be moved by the outpouring of love and concern for the little Bingster. He has a definite following. I have no idea if he's aware how much he's loved. I've been keeping notes of all of this and plan to publish it. Not a tome but just recollections of lessons learned when community show up and what it all looks and feels like. It's been over two weeks since he went missing. Yes, he's gone missing before and yes, he's been found. How was he found? How are any of us found? I've gathered that most of us are cynical by nature. Pessimism seems to be sport these days. And, please don't misunderstand me, there is a lot to be pessimistic about. I'm in full agreement. Here's where I struggle, though. Here's where my fork in the road is: Do I succumb to the melancholy of despair? Or, do I fight like hell to allow this experience to break me open and thus contribute to my evolution? My sweetheart and I just finished a sit dow