It's been a while, no doubt about that. Many months passed, two seasons even - as proven by the twirling snowflakes out my office window earlier this afternoon. The snow itself almost seemed to apologize for its premature visit, greeted by gasps of Washingtonians in denial about the coming winter months. My fingers are freezing and feel pretty stiff. I'll blame that on the teensy bit of anxiety I'm feeling about re-entering the blogosphere after such a long absence. Please bear with me; there is a purpose for this writing.
In about one month I'll be heading out on the road for a different kind of journey. A prolonged one, at that. I'm packing up my house and office, keeping half of my work responsibility, sending little Henry Ford to his doting grandparents, and jumping ship. As Dad always advises, I've got an outline.
My friend Kevin wrote me last week regarding one piece of my journey, where I'll teach yoga to a growing group of new yogis in Uganda. He told me "Kampala is so ready for you."
And I am so ready for this.
