This photo got me thinking … about the lives we human beings live.  And mine.

When I pass by 80-year-olds on the street, it’s easy for me to see only the present moment, with possibly its creased skin, its halting steps, and elderly clothes.  But the past stretches way back in these lives.  Perhaps mountains were climbed, bridal bouquets were thrown, children were welcomed to the world.

I often say that the last time I looked I was 25.  In fact this photo is me at about that age, “a man of the mountains” … self-described.  Soon to be a consumer of spiritual books: from Jiddu Krishnamurti to Da Free John to Carl Rogers to Ken Wilber.  A true believer within Werner Erhard’s “est” organization.

I look back with fondness at the life of this young man.  He was a good soul, kind to others.  And I still am.  Here’s a photo of the current version of Bruce:

I love him too

We carry each other through the rest of our life