This is posted unedited from my Blackberry between Istanbul and Chicago.
So what does it all mean? How exactly does a walking trip through Turkey accomplish?How do I feel? What have I become or what do I continue to be?
What if my life just does a rinse repeat recycle? Where is honesty in the whole equation? Where is integrity?
How about the crying when I even think about who I have been. Everything creates turmoil. There are so few really quiet moments. They say that after grieving the healing begins but when does it finish?
What does it take to become whole again? Not to fill the void with the things that
are easy for me to achieve but the really difficult questions. What does it
require to live a transformed life?