Enjoying the Masters

I was born to write. My story of of sadness, death and lost had put me into a thick darkness. I had to heal after the death of my mother when I was a little boy. One day, I went to the Capitol Hill Library at the age of nine. I started to read the books and discovered the Masters of Literature who held me mesmerized in a redwood library that freed me from my lost and freed me from my pain.

My journey as a Writer has taken me to many US  cities and foreign countries. Yes, I was looking for my Shangri La. I traveled to Germany, and went to Honduras, Virgin islands, Florida, Guatemala, Brazil, Costa Rica, Belize, Puerto Rico, Detroit, Northern California, San Diego Tijuana border.  Yes! I was looking for that rainbow. A passport to heaven. A beach, birds, trees and nice people; Hawaii...not quite?

I was in Seattle in 2005 and went to a street fair talk to a gypsy woman. We did the cards. She showed me a little boy standing behind a tall gate; half-open. What did that mean?  I searched the Santa Cruz Boardwalk was that the X factor? No! I left it's sunset and headed through the Big Sur passage. I picked it up and examined it. Discovery? No not he place. I shifted my thoughts. My dreams. My girlfriend pointed towards Panama. She has a great mind, about discovery. If you don't know where to go. Ask a woman?