“The real voyage of discovery consists, not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes,” Marcel Proust says. Each day offers an opportunity for re-orientation. So long as yet another chance at turning around, at allowing the scales to fall from our eyes, exists, we have some hope. There is the opportunity to say “yes” to something new; the nagging need to finally say “no” to something not serving us. Thus the work of discovery begins in our own neighborhoods, and in our own souls.