Today I walk the path of ambivalence. It is not glamorous. It is not heroic. It is quotidian. Infused with a sense of mystery, wonder, and awe, I swim in a sea of uncertainty and doubt. I’m haunted by paradox, strung between abysses on a creative tension wire. I feel as astronauts do with their eyes turned skyward looking back at the Earth. I feel as Carol King did when she sang, ” I feel the Earth move under my feet.” Each day adds a fresh new sheath to the old, crusty onion that is history. I peel the skin to seek within from where I’ve come beneath the sun as I make way for the new source of life.