One year ago today I left for the north. It was a journey that felt pivotal in this life; a journey that i left for and felt i would not come back from. What became of the year was not what I expected but rather better than expected. It was filled with sorrow and pain, tear-encrusted eyelashes and sheet snow. I saw the northern lights. I bought a truck and brought my dog.
Spring came and things changed. Love, a motorcycle. Something rekindled that drew me south, southward bound, to California-to the land of the sintered dreams from which there was no waking.
for all this, i am forever thankful.
If you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death (or shall I say death implies life?), you can feel yourself – not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke – but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.
Alan Watts, The Dream of Life