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Journey

“A man practices the art of adventure when he heroically faces up to life. When he has the daring to open doors to new experiences. When he is unafraid of new ideas, new theories and new philosophies. When he has the curiosity to experiment. When he breaks the chain of routine.”

— Wilferd Peterson

Let’s begin again. A revisionist history unneeded. Reality is no illusion, past deeds but experiences. Stories don’t end when closing the last chapter. Not the great ones. Those stories become part of the training. Maturity evolves from that training. Once enlightened, those memories, both cherished and shameful, morph into wholeness. Wholeness brings the confidence, crumbling fear. Fears crumble before our eyes.

Traveling facilitates wisdom. As does solitude. Solitude is not alone. The fearful season of alone, fear many. Not I, as I walk through a door of light. Withdraw from the wasteland of wickedness. Craving self but not selfish. Selfless capacity only slightly full, work to do. The odyssey a caravan of creative rambling and roaming. A manifestation of sober sensibility. Hallucinatory exploration crossing paths into presence. Open hearts and minds are welcome.

Kaleidoscope of experiential freakiness. Mountains of grass and plains of rock, confusion seeping into sanity. Questioning a version of life. Questioning a life of strife. Disunity absorbing unity. A commotion of confounding discomfort. Knowing the way out is the way in. The way in the test. No answer to the question not asked. Forgiveness of sins by sinning self into center.

The heart center is the answer. Rebelling against trust and faith. Asking for trust and faith. Untangling the Gordian Knot, finding Pandora’s Box. A perplexing parable of puzzling mystification. When right is right and wrong is right. Deeper and deeper I plunge. Burning into the cold plunge I dive. Circling the periphery of all knowing. And asking for the unknown to grab hold.