If you presented to a counselor with a diagnosis of depression, you might receive a pill. However, if you sought out a shaman, he might ask: When did you stop singing? When did you stop dancing? When did you stop telling stories?
And today, when I feel lackluster about this life in its austere Beauty or bleak mystery, I know what’s lacking is my deep need to create. I must get lost somewhere between the pen and the page or on a back road with a camera in tow and a sunset to chase. The desire to shine a light in the unspeakable shadows of our world runs deep within me. And before I face the world each day, I must write.