Going to Alaska

And upon waking the sun exploded in my eyes.

I am flying out of Chicago on May 11th, the day is fast approaching. This is odd, normally when you are excited for something it seems that the days crawl by slow as a turtle, leaving you itching and counting down each moment on a calender. But now I find rather then counting down the days I am wondering where the time has gone. So many people I love so many things I want to do before I go.

Why am I going? This is a question I have been asked a lot lately ......perhaps I go because it is in man's nature to explore, or perhaps I go to fill some deep seated need to reach into the depths of mother earth and find the truth I know waits for us all sleeping a quiet sleep until the time of awakening.