The author Jonathan Carroll observed, “Writing is for me like walking down the landscape of the self. You find false trails, roads closed for repairs, impregnable fortresses, scouts, armies of memory, and impossible cartography.”
And it is in that spirit I set forth on this journey. Should you wish to accompany me all or part of the way, I am most grateful for your companionship. You need not agree with or accept that which we find along the way. The journey is based on my experience. Keep what you find useful and leave the rest.
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I have chosen to begin my journey in a place of gratitude. And I am grateful for all that has happened to me…for the good, of course, but equally for the bad, the tragic and the ugly. Here is a beautiful poem about gratitude by David Budbill to start us on the path.
WINTER: TONIGHT: SUNSET
by David Budbill
Tonight at sunset walking on a snowy road, my shoes
crunching on the frozen gravel, first
though the woods, then out into the fields
past a couple of trailers and some pickup trucks, I stop
and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue
green, purple, yellow, gray, all at once and everywhere.
I pause in this moment at the beginning of my old age
and I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening
a prayer for being here, today, now, alive
in this life, in this evening, under this sky.