The Pine Tree State

Where I’m At — Part One

I’ve done that thing that all bloggy bloggers do and taken an embarrassingly long break from creating in this space. Because I was brought up Catholic, I’m drawn to say: Forgive me Father, for it has been 9-ish months since my last …post. Obviously, this is not a sin. That is just laughable. Let’s go with this: I am happy to be here re-committing in front of all of you. I am picturing my way through here on this Current Seeing website experiment. I am happy to have you along. Thank you for your eyeballs and brain and interest.

A range of life layers has taken priority over the electric, one-dimensional computer. Therefore, no regrets or asking for forgiveness for my absence. I only ask, where do I begin since I’ve been away for more than a half of a year? As I pondered, a book title by beloved Pema Chodron sauntered into my head: Start Where You Are

I can do that so I’ll cut to the chase. This will be a multi-part series. Expect drama. Expect profound pauses.

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I am in the Pine Tree state–on a hillside in Western Maine. I am close enough to see the undersides of pine trees. Look how a pine cone develops! It’s born out of this piney, not-sticky, slightly green resin.