Many years ago during the summer after I received my PhD, I stood on the mountain overlooking Berkeley and the bay. It was late at night, with a brilliant, star-filled sky.
I gazed out over the city and Bay and committed to myself that I was going to live a creative life. Creativity was going to lead me.
I just finished writing a song where I make a brief mention of losing my father at a young age: “I saw my daddy die way too young, and swore my life was gonna be about fun…”
Freedom is perhaps a better word than fun… the freedom to follow a deeper calling, a deep truth, a deeper way of knowing.
The freedom to follow the Deep Creative. I can’t imagine living any other way.
