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My Ireland trip continued with more amazing, interesting, joyful (and some sadder) moments. I could string you along for another two months with tales of places and people, but that would be avoiding. And, as it turns out, I’ve been avoiding for a very long time. It’s time to deal with undercurrents and slip-stream tows.

We are approaching the final chapter of four years of sorting through what, where, when, why and how. It’s assembling nicely into a book of unusual form: a nice, neat, complete, completely wrapped up package of journeyed thoughts. Like the brown string on bakery packages pulling in from all sides, they must be wrapped, and twisted a very certain way to create a secure enclosure. Much like a bakery box, over-securing makes it harder to get to what’s inside. Sometimes the only way to get in is to destroy the security. Sometimes, you can take the scraps and rearrange them into another, not as strong, multi-knotted make-shift hold. Sometimes, you can’t, and have to go in search of a new type of stronghold.

Even when this chapter is told, the newsletters won’t end as long as you want them to continue. Occasionally, I jump on a current message, but mostly what you are reading is a four month lag. I’m still searching but have no idea what I’m aiming for, if I have an aim, or if I even need one anymore. No matter what, it’s still a ride, and I’m still driven to share it with you.