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Recognizing the ideal in the real April 13, 2008 - Santa Elena, Belize
Its a bit early to declare success from my most recent walkabout - but I'm sure of its shape. It began by unlocking a golden handcuff, exploring what seemed important to me, stumbling over expansive but difficult personal growth in an unexpected place and relying on my inner wisdom and reason to resolve internal conflict without abandoning what is essential to myself. I need to test this understanding over time, but heck - thats the fun of it.
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Letting go of necessity April 13, 1997 - Seattle, WA
In responding to a blog post here I was reminded that turning 40 marked an end to worrying about having to do anything in particular with my life. I chose this to be the case by fiat, because it was clear that trying to decide what to 'do' was eating up my life. Almost as soon as I liberated myself from the notion of having to 'be' anything, i found the most fundamental questions about metaphysics, morality, and spirituality seemed to resolve themselves in an indescribably simple chord. I've been rather giddy about it ever since.
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Leaving Larry November 22, 1990 - Seattle, WA
A year after Larry and I figuratively and literally fell apart, I reassembled, found new love and married, and Larry shot himself dead. Life became rather intentional from that point on. I set out on a rocky but more intrinsic path to happiness marked by increasing confidence in my ability to cope, to take risks, to accept help, and to remain open to reinvention and love.
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Becoming a ghost March 16, 1978 - Santa Barbara, California
By the time that I met Larry,(just 21) I had been skydiving for five years, married and divorced, become a private pilot, been a commercial fisherman out of Santa Barbara California, managed an industrial refrigeration company and was in training as a Hot Shot for the US Forest Service. Falling in love with him was easy, but loving him required more of me than I had to give. Inch by inch I faded into the strange bliss of his existence until after a decade I had all but vanished into his world.
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End of childhood February 14, 1968 - New York City
Valentines Day '68 did not mark a day of massacre but it was the day the rivets gave way in the over stressed boiler that my family had become. Until then, I could at least pretend to be a child. Mother left after a month of intense drama and without her added income we were evicted before summer. We moved. My sister left after Christmas, followed by more drama and another eviction. Slowly but surely I retreated from the path I was probably destined for in pursuit of more immediate joys: learning what I wanted to, playing the piano all day, chasing boys, long distance bike riding, and skydiving.
