For a graduation gift, one of my clients gave me a book entitled "Wild" by Cheryl Strayed.
It's a thrilling memoir about a woman who unravels after the sudden death of her mother and, without any hiking experience whatsoever, decides to hike 1100 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail, from the Mojave Desert to Washington State, alone.
I'm in it. I'm on the trail with her. She's taking me for the ride. I am suddenly laughing out loud and I am unexpectedly, uncontrollably weeping. She is touching something so deep inside me that I am actually taking into real consideration the idea of, the less than 50% chance of, the very remote possibility of hiking up Mount Kilimanjaro with my husband who has told me that this is one of his life's dreams. By the way, I have not told him that I am actually thinking about this yet, but I will soon discover whether or not he reads my newsletters.
This is the journey that I love most...to be so affected, so deeply moved by others' work, that I will think of doing something that I originally thought, "Never will I do this." This is why I became an artist. I wanted to explore the unexplored in me and outside of me. And I wanted to move and inspire and affect people the way I have been moved, inspired and affected. And this is what I see in people - their capacity to bring forth this kind of unrestrained artistic power for the exploration of themselves and for others. It is wild. And awesome.