Why, hello there.

I don’t know how you got here. Hopefully you returned of your own volition and not under duress (blink twice if you’re under duress). Yet here you are, it’s Sunday, and I have a chicken in the oven.

I have some time to kill.

I might be able to tell what country you’re from, be it in the United States, The UK, Uganda, Trinidad and Tobago, China, India, Portugal, Singapore, Belgium Australia, Canadaor Denmark as I’ve seen some of you. I like people from around the globe, so it’s nice of you to stop by.

I also don’t know where you go when you leave.

That sounds a bit like life in general. People come, people go, some people visit, some don’t. It’s the way of things.

Maybe you found something you were looking for here, and you may gladly take it with you as you go onto wherever your next destination is. Sooner or later I might hassle you for a cup of coffee. It’s what I do. I find when people stop by I like to have some coffee with them.

Some people like tea, which I’m not a connoisseur of so I’m generally poorly stocked unless you want rubber tree leaf tee, which I’ve never heard of but am sure I can prepare with all sorts of puns.

Anyway. It’s Sunday, so hopefully you’re decompressing from the world outside. Maybe you wish to just vegetate a while – a dangerous thing with vegetarianism becoming so militant – and that’s fine. I like thinking about big things, myself, because they put the smaller matters in perspective.

If you’re nitpicking small things you might be missing the big things. Look out for that. Big things can be trains, and the wise perceive approaching things. The intelligent are all over the track, bits and pieces, some bits sliced, some crushed, and in time, both.

I’m not sure if that’s my foot over there. Both of mine still seem to be attached, but that foot really does look familiar.

It’s good to have the time to navel gaze, to have the space to think of what is possible rather than what the world allows you to do – the forked paths of progress lashing at the feet of the very people on them. Today is your day to dip your feet in the pool and soak them a bit, to bandage your hurts, but be careful not to bind your hurts to you.

Just tend the wounds and let the hurts go in their own time. Either you’ll grow callous or find a new path. I’d suggest the new path, but that comes with different hurts to bind, so be on your toes. Unless, your toes are where your hurts are.

You’re looking better already. A few deep breaths. Time will bring to you the paths again, but for now you have that respite, that bit of sunshine in the face with the cool wind blowing over you – that moment of peace that is the real price of the paths.

Come back sometime. You’re good company.