I have conversations with my son, Leif, to be the detective of his own life. When one plays this cosmic game, you attentively discover your own mysteries and early whisperings that will lead you on the pathless path to where you want to be.
A woman about my age knocked on my car window tonight and asked for some money for food. She said she was homeless and then went on to tell me a little bit about herself. We ended up talking for a good long time before I had to get back on the road. Such a great conversation!
According to societies standards, I was far more beautiful in my 20s, but I don't see it that way. Sure, my body was younger and smoother and a bit perkier, but I was so caught up in judging myself that I couldn't see or enjoy any of it.