Let’s get wet
I am a late baby boomer, born in the Midwest and transplanted to California for over three decades. I came here in 1977 chasing after a Summer of Love that had already turned into a Summer of Hate and have been dancing around with time ever since. An early vocation as a writer went sour when I dug my heels in. I filed an inner lawsuit, made innumerable motions to stay put, and refused to engage in what I loved best. After skating around for a miserable while on habitual ice, I began meditating and realized how thin it was. I fell in, swam under the pond and discovered it was an eye that...
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