About-Beginnings

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THERE WAS A GIANT ROCK a few hundred yards away from my charming, childhood abode in the mountains. It was nestled in trees of aspen and made for the most epic of stages for sun-bathing, camp-outs, dramatic storytelling and blue sky day-dreaming. You know the kind … arms behind your head, legs crossed, back pressed into the coolness of the night trapped inside the granite that’s slowly warming as the sun’s rays beat down upon it. It’s a place a kid’s imagination can run wild and free, and within seconds, those puffs of white sailing through the blue become whatever or whomever I could dream up, wild and audacious as it may be.

I’d like to think that on that rock, in those aspen groves, along those creek beds, my ever-present, ever-nagging sense of adventure and unrelenting curiosity germinated and took root in my soul. I remember feeling alive in those moments by myself, lost in my own world, in my self-erected forts made from whatever I could find to fashion into something resembling a shelter, my makeshift homes away from home. Something I built with what I had available to me. Sometimes quite cleverly and sometimes, so ghetto it wasn’t even close to fabulous. But never the less, it was something I created … And I loved to build, to create, to adventure with people along the way.

And yet, while there were moments of independence and solo-exploration, I craved the company, the collaboration, the joint venture. For me, the shared moments and experiences were all the sweeter, and I recall countless adventures through the woods with my sister and various neighborhood friends, or with anyone who would respond to my ploys really ... “come this way. Quick! Over here! Just beyond this tree and across this creek, I have to show you something…”

If you’re like me, you savor a collaborative expedition alongside the people who inspire you most and teach you how to live well, fully and wholly. Those who first see and then call out the very best in you. And celebrate it. Because really what other way is there to live?! … What other way of being is more rewarding, gratifying and downright fun? … And what better a place from which to create than from your beautifully authentic self?

To be seen. And, to feel seen.

of white sailing through the blue become whatever or whomever I could dream up, wild and audacious as it may be.

I’d like to think that on that rock, in those aspen groves, along those creek beds, my ever-present, ever-nagging sense of adventure and unrelenting curiosity germinated and took root in my soul. I remember feeling alive in those moments by myself, lost in my own world, in my self-erected forts made from whatever I could find to fashion into something resembling a shelter, my makeshift homes away from home. Something I built with what I had available to me. Sometimes quite cleverly and sometimes, so ghetto it wasn’t even close to fabulous. But never the less, it was something I created … And I loved to build, to create, to adventure with people along the way.

And yet, while there were moments of independence and solo-exploration, I craved the company, the collaboration, the joint venture. For me, the shared moments and experiences were all the sweeter, and I recall countless adventures through the woods with my sister and various neighborhood friends, or with anyone who would respond to my ploys really ... “come this way. Quick! Over here! Just beyond this tree and across this creek, I have to show you something…”

If you’re like me, you savor a collaborative expedition alongside the people who inspire you most and teach you how to live well, fully and wholly. Those who first see and then call out the very best in you. And celebrate it. Because really what other way is there to live?! … What other way of being is more rewarding, gratifying and downright fun? … And what better a place from which to create than from your beautifully authentic self?

To be seen. And, to feel seen.