As you probably know by know, Celebrate Aging and I have been on vacation. It’s August, after all. Between the heat and the UV rays, we’ve headed to the far mental reaches to protect our delicate complexions. Wouldn’t want to wrinkle too soon . .

As for the fishing: Well, you might as well say meaning’s been bobbing to the surface left and right, and left again . . all month. It couldn’t be any more available for catching if it were doing back stroke! (More interesting, maybe. But not more available.)

And so, here we’ve been. A cup of coffee. A bit of conversation. And meaning and new meaning, everywhere! Sometimes I wish I could escape all the intricacies and innuendos. But then, that would have its own smorgasbord of meaning. So I’ve done my best to just hold a steady course amid the flashes of muted brilliance. So far, so good.

Yet in the weeks I’ve been here, it feels like these inner waters have hardly been tapped. I hate the thought of coming home when there’s still so much out here begging for my attention. And so after much consideration, I’ve decided to stay just a bit longer to make sure I don’t leave any important ideas behind. Besides, heaven only knows when I might get back.

And it’s not like I’m actually vacationing. I think of it more as a working holiday of sorts. I work. The world keeps spinning. Every so often, we meet on the Milky Way for custard. Nothing too deep.

The thing is: No matter where I set my line, new perspectives swim up to meet me. Maybe I’ve become addicted to this new-found sense of unbounded exploration. Then again, maybe I’m finally opening myself up enough to recognize that my limits have always been of my own creation . . and that only the creative spark I carry can release them.

Either way, much is changing in my world. I hope yours has shifted at least as much. (That’s not to say yours needed to shift, of course. But if it did, I do hope this month has been a good one for you.)

So, I’m writing to say that the vacation isn’t over. I’ve still more fish to catch. I’ve still more meanings to fry. Not to worry. I’ll be back. Just not quite yet. You can still catch me on Twitter and Facebook, should you feel the urge.

I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re not forgetting to slather up with the sun block at every conceivable opportunity. Take care of yourself. I don’t want to hear any horror stories are waiting for my return.

Change is a foot. It’s also a tail, should that be your preference. Either way, enjoy the process.

I’ll see you again soon.

Keep growing my friend,
Gail

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