I joined Ello just about the time I entered serious work on bringing House of the Quiet Self, a meditation audio business I'd dreamt of building for years, into being. Since then, I've been very social media light. A combination of limited time and, more to the point, much private reflection. The business is finally launched (visit, if you'd like, www.quietself.com), although we're still finishing some of the SEO gobbledegook, which I can assure you is a joy beyond peer, and I feel as if I'm emerging from a cave following the most intense self-improvement retreat ever. Everything looks different now, including the business. I have begun a new leg of the journey several times in my tenure on Earth, and in retrospect I always see how the process of self-transfiguration is infinitely slow until it suddenly ignites, at which point one is suddenly blinked into a new dimension. I always forget the suddenness of that last bit. I certainly remember that it's slow, sometimes arduous, and what feels like very hard, even painful, work. But I forget, at least on a conscious level, that mercurial moment of ignition and jettison into the new Now. Life is both mundanity and numinousness, intertwined in a constant surprise.
In any event, that's what I've been doing. My name is still Deon, but I'm certainly not the Deon who joined Ello. I'm not even the Deon who was looking at final logo designs two weeks ago, fretting over tiny curves and shall we use color or not. Honestly? I might not even be the Deon who coaxed hot, bitter brew from the coffee pot this morning. Every step is different, and I becomes different with each footfall.