A Higher Level of Choice

I don't remember my time at Naramata the summer I was 15, except for a couple of days that were memorable. I was horseback riding through the Okanagan hills when my bowels rumbled and a foul smell enveloped me. The steady rhythm of the horse didn't help. By the time I got back to the stables with the other riders, I was in trouble. The stares and muffled grins were proof that my body had given out on me publicly and I could do nothing to stop it. I quickly gave the money for the ride to a friend, slid off the horse, and bolted toward my cabin. I found out later that a certain "bug" in the Okanagan's water was well known to locals for bowel disturbances, but not by newcomers.

The other event was a talk given by an inspirational speaker. He asked us a lot of questions. I remember my mind going blank in a kind of suspended time warp followed by a profound thought. Even though I don't remember what that thought was, I remember it changed my consciousness. The event I recalled fifty-five years later was the suspended time warp that occurred before the thought.

In that space suspended between reality and a brand new thought, was a tiny seedling of possibility. READ MORE . . .