Every day is an adventure, just make sure you participate, you enjoy each nuance, each satiated moment: The wind, the skies and the truth at hand.

            And what is this truth at hand? What is the reality that seeks us, seeps into our bones, leaves us all breathless, wants for nothing and gets out of town in a flash, a sleight-of-hand memory that justifies these steeped experiences we are willing to feel and see and acknowledge?

            So what do you live for?  Why do you exist for on this plane of bewilderment, this land of awe and Oz and ah?  What is it that transpires in a nanosecond, that transcends the ordinary and captures it all, captures us in a heartbeat, in a scintillating experience? 

Do not live just to attain, to gain, to achieve.  Instead, this very day, live to experience, to play hooky with the divine, to relish moments, to raise your consciousness, to lather up in the morning fog, to let the minstrels play, the music soothe, your fright to be let out with the cat to finally run away with a possibility.

            Live to hug and love and smile and get a haircut with an 8 year old like I did yesterday in the highfalutin land of Cherry Creek down the street from the Cherry Cricket Bar, near the Wizard’s Chest, the biggest magic store this side of the Platte River, where they train young ones (in secret corners) to play magic tricks on their parents, to guffaw in glee and come away with the secrets to the riddles of how to fool the adults, how to skip, run the gamut and flee and fly and squeal with delight.

            Where is that adventure you’ve misplaced?  Where is the meat, the center of  you, the out-loud proclamation that “this is great,” and “what is…is as good as it gets,” until next time, until you somehow lock your mind behind a cattle guard, a limitation that firms up in your head that is yet to be let out, the fear to be great, to do the incredible, to be who you were meant to be, like a teacher, a seer, a man of the cloth, a woman of  beauty, a person not only of character, but of wit and wisdom, of song and sang and twang in the country part of a quiet, remote night.

            This day, today, before this instance gets away, be of good cheer to experience, to find those ecstatic, blissful, incredulous happenings, that hinge on eternity, that point in the direction of super, amazing, unfiltered, unfettered, divinity, where you are filled with life, with engaging wonder, feelings that rush back from childhood, where you are agog, in a spiritual trance, romancing the universal appeal, swimming in eternity.

            Live not to just get, but to create and follow a high adventure, to leave traces and trails of brilliance and inspiration along the open trails.

            You are never too old to experience something new, something profound in your daily routines.  Humor and love and satiated bliss, mix well with any day, any season, in any country that you dwell.

            I once asked an old cowboy in Greeley, Colorado, how old he was, and his reply was, with a twinkle in his eye, “I ain’t as old as the dinosaurs—but I seen their tracks.”

            Enjoy.  Be of higher cheer.  Leave residual peace, love and smiles along the trails that you travel, and you will live an exceptional and successful life.

            Success is but a state of mind—a way of being.  Get into that state of pure and unabashed wonder, and then the rest is changing history.