18 September 2012 – Pagosa Springs, Colorado

Meeting I’wah

Last week seemed riddled – literally – with tests, disguised as “opportunities”. They conspired to focus my attention onto one subject/question: “Why the heck am I here?”

Why Pagosa, why now?

I’ve been looking for “work” here. I’m still settling in. We’re just getting going on figuring out next steps regarding Abiquor, etc. There’s a lot going on.

I’ve had several interviews here in town; all seemed tempting. They were jobs, after all. I like to know what my job is.

I’ve been flirted with by a man who might have whisked me back across the country. As soon as I said to myself, “Why would I want to leave here?”, he disappeared.

I’ve gotten a call about some potential work, in a setting that’s very familiar to me, and that might offer more security and stability. But I would…