Opening

I created this blog a long time ago. I was taken with the name and I felt drawn to writing about my inner journey but things were in motion; life events were moving at speed.

I think my thoughts and voice were only part-formed: solidifying such insubstantial glimpses of awareness was a bit premature. There is writing from those days in other places, and on other blogs. The words are for the most part very wise and eerily contain concepts and ideals which I can see now have become tangible in me, and in my world.

The outside circumstances and challenges have changed me on the inside, but there was a lag- and a lot of grace- for not fully getting it then. I didn't have the perspective on commitment that I do now. How commitment can anchor the heart and steady the bow.

And why am I writing now?

I think when I chose this title I saw it as a destination I hoped for. I imagined that there was a place north of happiness, and that I could adventure towards it with no map but a desire to get there. I thought it would be something I could meander towards over a life time, and maybe say at the end of one "That is a good summary of my life: I arrived north of happiness, and exceeded my own expectations."

But I find myself here, now. I am north of happiness. I live here. I want to think about what that is like- and possibly look back at how I got here.