Surrounding the borders of my island, familiar and safe, vast emptiness stretches in every direction. Whether earth or sea matters not, it is the unknown.
I have been here only a while. The last was full of doing, everyday, something for someone. Yes, I am happy to help. I see the need. It came as no surprise when I was told that my help would no longer be needed. I shared what was important to those left behind, and kept what was important to me – friendships, my daughter’s painting of the twins, talismans from a decade of usefulness.
Love is the manna that sustains in the emptiness. It is the trail of breadcrumbs that leads to the next oasis. It is the foundation of the altar I build, a little higher each day, from which I might see the need of all humanity.