Empathic Writing Journey

(With special thanks to Bill + Becky Wilson, my teachers from Midwest Permaculture.) DISCLAIMER: I write personal things. Long, personal things.That violates the blanching rules of "good journalism," click-baity web contentand anemic attention spans. So why risk over-sharing, and the appearance of self-obsession?Because I have struggled to find/know/create a right-feeling place for myself in the world.And I know it is a huge irony that A MASS AMOUNT of people feel that exact same isolated way!Being earnest out loud helps dissolve felt alienation,and ​dignifies the important role of our feelings and our hopes. A year ago, I returned to my high-traffic apartment in Chicago after attendinga two-week permaculture + earth-architecture training in the Mojave desert.I floundered, and felt quite lost at first.I was unsure about what to do for employment.I could not return to my old, matrix-y life from which I had unplugged.But I also had little-to-no developed skills in the earth-oriented dir