The Art of Finding

Where do you find yourself?

If I assigned today a word, it would be “found.” A word of possibility (well possibly). This might imply that something was lost or discovered. Maybe you found the sun peering through the clouds on a semi-gray day. Sometimes the sun can make a bit of difference in an otherwise somber mood.

Maybe you found that you could climb to the top of a large rock and gaze out upon the secrets of a never-ending ocean, the beautiful, frightful blue meeting you square in the face. Maybe you found the courage to ride a bike alone down an abandoned winding…