I hardly remember how to use this. It feels like it’s been ages. It has been ages. The world has shifted beneath my feet, though I have found my footing. But I have hardly changed. I am me, as I was then, and I suspect that I will still be me when who I am now is the was of another me. Today, as I write, much has transpired. A titan has fallen. Angels have arrived. The world has, as I said, shifted. I have weathered it all, and to continue with these silly metaphors, I am now the captain of a ship that strikes a course firmly. Where that course leads, I cannot clearly say. But I am at the helm, and I will weather the storms of this journey. And there is life aboard this ship. There is blossoming possibility. There is regrowth. There is much hope for all the choppy seas.