the narrow path home

It's a new year.  Each one brings this silent, ambiguous questioning - or rather, beckoning.  A wondering when I'll write again.  Or even if.   I've started three different blogs since I stopped writing regularly three years ago and let The Narrow Path Home expire.  Literally and perhaps, figuratively.   I kept searching for a new name, a new theme, a new title that would feel more ... appropriate... or perhaps authentic .  Maybe both.  In some ways, I felt like I needed a fresh start, but the truth is even our fresh starts are just new chapters in the old book of our old lives.  The afternoon may indeed look completely different from the midmorning, but it is one story nonetheless.   Inevitably, it became obvious that I needed to come back here to where I began a decade ago and do what I do best: just begin again. A friend of mine died last month.  For many of us, it was sudden and unexpected.  We had no way of knowing that she was suffering and struggl