FROM THE BLOG
Walkabout
A quick note on Walkabout. I took the name from the Australian Aboriginal rite of passage. In Aboriginal society, when a young male comes of age, he is sent to live in the wilderness and to walk the same paths his ancestors walked. In so doing, the journey becomes a spiritual communion with them.
Like some of you, I too am on a Walkabout. And the stories I find and tell here are my effort to see the path more clearly.
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