As a young man I set out on a journey. I knew something was missing, and the quality of my life would depend on whether or not I could find it. I knew it was within me already, but I could not figure out how to access it. I knew this would not change sitting where I was.
I did not have a clear picture of either the process or the destination, but I set out with the belief that — whatever happened — I would find more in motion than standing still.
Now I am looking back on these events from more than 30 years later. Telling this story was so important to me at one point — it felt ESSENTIAL that I give this form. Now it feels more quaint than that; like the photo of a Summer love from years ago — so important once, now a distant memory.
One of the joys of growing older is that you possess all these things together — who you were then and what you felt about it still exist within. They only need to be given the time and space to unfold again and they appear.