My Journey into Wholeness

There was a time when I did not know about the present moment as a clinical concept and yet I would find myself absorbed in something I was doing-a hobby, a drawing, a book. As a child, I loved to read. I still do. And when I am reading, I feel fully present with the story. As a child, growing up in the country on our farm along the Little River in Middle Georgia, I used to love spending time in the woods exploring and playing with my brother and our neighbor boys. We would play Cowboys and Indians for hours and hours, forgetting about time as we enacted the stories we made up as we went along. I used to love dressing up as Davy Crockett or his son, and exploring the woods alone inside the story I had made up for that day. I also loved creating scrapbooks and getting fully absorbed in the story I was telling about certain events in my life. I want to do that now... write, draw, color, paint, make scrapbooks, and go on adventures. The book you are holding is the way I have come to understand the confusion of the pandemic and the events of my life-so that I can come to integrate those pieces of myself in this present moment.