I love to soar. I live to soar. Moments when I am absorbed. And time stands still. When I’m creating art. Or standing in the wind. Or jumping in the swell of ocean waves. There was a time when I was in the back of a motorboat on Lake Kivu in Rwanda, when I spread my wings wide. And riding in the back of pickup trucks gives me great joy.
I want to hear about the things that make you soar. Because maybe they’ll make me soar too.