Today is seven years since I landed in Guatemala. I had no idea what a home this lake and this community and these people and those volcanoes would become for me. It has in every moment been a wildly unpredictable ride. I had no idea how many children’s faces I’d watch grow up, how I’d fall in love with a treehouse, how I’d invite women to gather in circles in the forest and they would show up, how I’d write myself into and out of so many stories, on paper and in life. Or how so many hearts would appear to be woven into mine, friends and family of a lifetime. So much love for the mystery of this wondrous ride. So here we go on, and more often than not, no hands.