Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Mischief in the Making

I was wrong.

There are lots of adventures you can experience in life
- if you are lucky.

Living in different places, careers made from dreams,
finding children in your life,
holding onto love - whether for a moment, or more than a long exhalation of time...
these are the types of adventures that buoy one through one life stage to another.

Then there are the experiences which jettison you through your short stay on this planet
- for an even shorter moment of time:
the hike through the alps,
careening down rapids whose category you do not want to know,
the climb up an oxygen-absorbing peak,
or the tedium of one pedal stroke after another to cross a country,
or continent.

I thought that once we did one of those "super experiences" we'd be good -
no - I'd be good  - for life.
The scary, exhausting expeditions would be behind me.
I would have satisfied a need.

Nope.

Little did I know that a restlessness would sink in.

Need changes to crave - and the search for another adventure needs to begin.

I was wrong.