The Wizard

I’m not doing the best job of blogging. But then blogging isn’t my job. There is something strange happening that I want to report:
I think I’m getting old. In a really good way. Cliches that seemed to be no more than mouthfuls of words are resonating with me. The world is starting to make sense a little bit. Things about doing good to receive good and being grateful for what you have and having faith that things will work out–ideas that just five years ago were draped in shadow and myth now seem to be completely tangible and accessible and true.

I found the Wizard of Oz and he is me.