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I’ve journeyed through life, noticing and forgetting, teaching and learning, breathing in and out. I am not lost; so, I cannot be found. A chapter in a just-finished is titled “Chambered Nautilus.”  Two days after reading that chapter, I drove past a tree stump carved into an ocean scene, the curved and segmented form of a large, chambered nautilus shell most prominent street side. For me, tranquility always involves water, and often my thoughts return to the ocean.

The Stumped Tree

The Carved Tree Stump

(From Moments of a Journey, an essay in my upcoming book: And Then I Smiled: Reflections on a Life Not Yet Complete”)