Hi there, I'm alive, sorry for the absence. I resumed our daily read this morning about a monk who watched a dragonfly dance restlessly around a pond. The dragonfly never landed. Always in motion, always chasing. Until one day, it finally stopped on a lily pad and found stillness. That’s been me these last couple months. Six or seven weeks of constant travel, events, motion. And then finally landing back in Ponte Vedra. I’d like to say the pause has felt peaceful. It hasn’t. It’s been filled...