This is the first post on my new blog, "Gwynt". It is, therefore, an introduction, a dipping of the toe into new waters, a step into the unknown, even perhaps an act of faith. I sense a degree of nervousness about this venture, and I think that is a good thing. I cannot know where this venture will lead, if it leads anywhere at all. I do know that if I am going to do this, now is probably the best time to start.
But why would I want to have my own blog? Why would I choose to engage in an activity that may leave me vulnerable? I don't know. All I do know is that this activity may answer a call, pave a Way toward some place I cannot yet see. Ah yes, a call from the future!
As part of this introduction, I would like to explain why I chose the name Gwynt. I must say it has nothing to do with Wales, or the people of that lovely principality. The fact that the name is Welsh is coincidental. Last year, in September of 2012, Lucy arranged a trip to a falconry here in Brittany. Her write-up of that trip is here. Gwynt is the name of the beautiful Harris hawk with whom I had an all too brief association, a name that means "wind". At a deeper level there is an association of "wind" with "spirit", which may well describe the essential focus of this blog.
I would like to thank Zhoen for nudging me towards the opening of this blog, Natalie d'Arbeloff whose curiosity I could not allow to go unassuaged, and Lucy who was the prime mover in setting up this blog.