![]() ![]() Now I've written down my story, because it needs to be shared. Once, while stationed in Paris in the '60's, I came upon a book that mirrored much of the arc of my life, Somerset Maugham's ''The Razor's Edge.'' I returned to it at different times and different settings down the years, because it helped me make sense of the seemingly jumbled melee of events that had been my life. ![]() What would officially be labeled a ‘’memoir’’ was in actuality a spiritual odyssey, an adventure novel. I also became aware of an abiding sense of wonder, with me since boyhood in Illinois. I began to take note of an incredible luck that had graced my journey, sometimes through the most harrowing moments. These experiences, some of which had stretched my understanding of ‘’reality,’’ needed to be preserved.Īt the same time, I sought some sort of through-line for the kaleidoscope of my life.Īs I began to write, and remember, remarkable stories rolled out of high adventure, interspecies encounters, and jaw-dropping serendipity, like the lost and found love story that weaves through my life. Initially, I didn’t set out to write a book, only to record certain extraordinary experiences that I felt friends and family should know about. ![]()
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