Once upon a time, I thought I could change the world. Some part of still thinks so. The view of forest and tree has changed considerably between the 15-year-old in 1971, and the 58-year-old today. My beloved forest is now mostly scattered trees, and sparse landscape. However, that has distilled the distance into clarity. Those trees that still grow are more precious to me because there are fewer of them. There are more chances to save them than the entire forest.
This blog is changing directions. Instead of a copywriting sales platform, youll find opinions and ruminations and suggestions for changes. Youll read the good, the bad, and the yawn. Youll agree, disagree, or shrug. My purpose is to move you beyond the yawn and shrug. Hence, the new direction.
Come, view the remaining trees with me from the peaks and valleys. Smell the tang of fir and pine in the air. Taste fruits and nuts, burrow for veggies and truffles. Hear the life around you. Mostly of all, touch those around you, and make a new direction for yourself.