Not to toot my own horn.
- Remarriage after years of wandering. Not that I’m anywhere near a mastery of intimacy yet.
- The novels and poems. They really are a record of my pathway to here, as well as my deepening skills in the craft of writing.
- A week on the Appalachian Trail. I was 12 and survived under a heavy backpack, unlike the lightweight gear available these days.
- Making it to retirement in a shrinking profession.
- Becoming a Friend, building on my ashram experience.
- Working with future Nobel laureate Elinor Ostrom.
- Landing a job in the Pacific Northwest. I got to explore a dream landscape, including the trek to Camp Muir on Rainier and the mountain’s ice caves in the mouth of a glacier.
- Singing in an extraordinary choir. There were times in rehearsal where just listening to the others would blow me away. Public performances were always a revelation.
- Genealogy, connecting my line back to North Carolina, initially, and then all the way back to 1500s Cumbria, England.
- Blogging. It’s simply been personally satisfying. I never expected to be communicating with readers on six continents.
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But who am I to say? What are you especially proud of in your own life?
