Getting old. Still knocking that stupid golf ball around, thinking that one day I'm going to get better at it. 

Grew up in The Salvation Army. Yikes! Had to go to church TWICE on Sundays for seventeen years, then I left . . . got myself right out of there. I'm grateful for the Sunday School portion, though. No problem with that. But it was time to move on, and a few years later I found a teacher, shaman, friend, who gave me what I decided to be a good TOOL to find my own truth. The story that follows is based in part on his teaching, which, when I asked where it came from, he said The Universe: I had to dwell on that for quite awhile, back then. Other stuff that I found (or that found me!), post-religion, has widely contributed to the story, and much of it connects to my good friend's teaching. 

Lastly, believe it or not, Ripley, the story came through me in six months . . . back in 1991, and I have been working on it/with it ever since.