Water...

"Some voice said, Here's a map, drive off it. When do I come back? I asked You don't." * On vacation with my partner, near Mill Creek Bridge, CA June 2025 near Mill Creek Bridge, CA Highway 1 (PCH) a bit south of the Bug Sur Landslide This haunting:  some parts still remember being stuck in pretend straight.  My pulse still quicken, adrenalin still rushes in anxiety at times, and then I remember that was then.  Now is different.  Some time ago, back in some other part of the journey, I once startled at  the long-held premonitions of "driving off the map?"  Now I can call it: "my journey toward wholeness."  Some rumble, from beyond the joys of today, groan on about loneliness and rejection from others--voices once believed. It was only a few, who could not accept gay.  Many are just fine with gay, even before I was okay with admitting to myself--"I am gay".  Most were just fine with gay.  The journey, that map, wasn't pointing towards...