Inner Adventure
It’s natural for many of us to hunger for adventure. After all, the lives that we plan and structure with the best of intentions can sometimes feel that way – planned and structured, which, of course, is no one’s prescription for excitement. Now, some people seek physical adventures like sky-diving, trekking or mountain-biking, which is great. Personally, I was always drawn to inner adventure – craving any glimpse into my own subconscious, watching for clues from my dreams and intuitions and following them (as fearlessly as possible) down their mysterious paths, where I hoped to chance upon hidden meaning (my version of a bear in the woods). When I play music, or write a novel, or paint, I am trying to recreate or, at least, evoke those deeper places, the deep woods of my subconscious. And because there are many of these thickly wooded corners that I have yet to see, there is always the chance that the creative pursuit itself will suddenly tear through the conscious moment and plunge me, without warning, into some previously hidden clearing, surrounded by infinitely deeper woods. Now that’s adventure. (Better go grab my guitar.)
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