It’s easy to lose sight of the big picture when you’re blogging about Kismuth and what things are going on where you are, right now. I want to circle back to the beginning of this conversation with myself to write memoirs. It was 1985. I was ten, and the events of that year led me to where I am now, in a long, winding, blustery, curious, and vitality-filled arc. All this adventuring. All this doing whatever I could. Going and seeing. Crisscrossing the globe.

Living on: but fully. No blinders, no tunnel vision and no denying realities of the fact that sometimes, there is no ‘why.’

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Kismuth means destiny

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