In the beginning...

I guess it is because the poets and philosophers of this world have always looked upon life as a journey, that the “Road” has always been a comfortable and reliable metaphor. The road less traveled, the fork in the road, the road to ruin…to salvation are all familiar to a people whose history is filled with movement. And the road can be a dangerous place. As children we were admonished to “stay out of the street.” When crossing the road we are taught to “use the crosswalks” and then to “look both ways". Looking both ways is important, of course, because the traffic is absolutely polar...one side goes one way and one side goes the exact opposite. Conventional wisdom suggests that a pedestrian who wishes to travel along the road should pick one side or the other and then stay out of traffic as much as possible, good advice, indeed. The last place you want to be is the middle of the road…at the centerline. The world whizzes by you north and south, east and west…right and left. Pick a direction and you are safe. Pick the middle and you risk getting hit from both directions. And yet, that middle of the road, that centerline, is exactly where my life experience has taken me. Over time, I hope to offer some thoughts from what I perceive as the centerline.