We pulled our cloaks around us for warmth, ever wary of robbers or demons, seeking a safehouse for respite from the arduous journey. Our holy grail awas a sacred meeting where wisdom would be passed down in an effort to free a people from the ugly imprisonment of the dreary and the mundane. Jean Houston was right. When you drop a bigger story upon your own life, like an overlay of color and embellishment, it is easier to understand the richness andd importance of each experience. Plus, it's a heck of a lot more fun.
Advance man is an easy role to play in a culture that often resists challenge and change.
Jean Houston has immersed herself in cultures all over the world to find ways to open us to bigger brains and abler bodies. These are questions that propelled me daily in my own small life. And these were things I needed to speak of with Jean. Unfurling a tattered map, we found her hime on a hilltop in Pomoan, New York. I left my maternal companion at a nearby restaurant, where she ensconced herself with a book about Pat Nixon, and I drove back to the mount and made my way to the door.