Why? - I found myself asking.
Why do I continue to do this? What is it that drives..that motivates..that inspires me? Why - when there's nothing other than rain - do I practice?
It was once - I believed - about the pursuit of perfection. It was once - I was sure - about mastery.
And now? Now - it's because it's what I do. Now - it's become a part of my day...of my life...of my journey.
As I went out there today...as I was walking - it occurred to me that it is now all about the process. About finding something different in what I've found before....about experiencing the world unfolding.
An old weather-beaten fence...and some simple roses wrapped around it. What better way is there to describe a wet day in mid-June? Can you think of anything other?