I grew up going to the horse races at Saratoga with my father. I truly loved this as a child but by my late 30’s I didn’t like going at all anymore. The few times that I tried to go; to join in what others thought was fun, and to squelch my inner discomfort, by the end of the day, I felt like I’d been ripped up inside.
I’ve found myself leaving behind a number of activities, that my family still participates in, as I’ve grown and changed. For many years, I was uncomfortable with this. I questioned myself. It made no sense that something that used to be so enjoyable would no longer interest me, but it was almost as if I had no choice. I was in the process of finding out who I was, independent of those who raised me, my friends, or society.
There is a “knowing” inside of us all. It is always encouraging us to live the authentic lives that we came here to live. It speaks in whispers, it continues to challenge us in the softest way to look inside ourselves and see if we are being true to our deepest calling…to wake up.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.” Frank Herbert
*This incredible photograph of a screech-owl sleeping, was taken by Jack’s friend and wildlife photographer, Mark Cronin (MARK@ACTION-CRAFT.COM)