The idea behind this blog started a couple of years ago in a neighborhood bar with a good friend.
Once a week or thereabouts, my good friend Jake and I would meet at Izakaya Meiji, to share beer, tapas, and some big ideas. Sitting at the honey-colored bar under the filament-burning bulbs, we talked in low voices and laughed out loud about the ridiculousness of… well, everything.
Jake did me a solid by being there for me and never judging me as I sloppily navigated getting divorced, becoming a single parent, moving to a new town, and building a new life.
Part of building that new life included returning to school and moving into an intentional community. A natural side effect to making such momentous lifestyle changes is a perspective shift; a spiritual awakening, so to speak. One evening our conversation turned to the idea of “sheeple,” which of course neither of us claimed. After some discussion, however, we did come to the conclusion that maybe, just a little bit, we are part of the flock… hanging out along the fence instead of right in the thick of it.
The conversation ended in a burst of laughter with one (or both) of us exclaiming, “I’m on the bleating edge!”
This blog is dedicated to Jake.