has the pancake flipped?

The next two weeks will tell. Life is schizophrenic, like fiords. I need to reconcile the heart with the mind, short intense periods with long empty ones, instincts with poise, the fiords with the great plains. And everything in between. And not come out a stone stoic, a stonic.

Lake Wakatipu, New Zealand, April 2010

Central Iowa, October 2008