I have been discovering that my skiing memories are one of my great sources of inspiration for artistic expression. As a kid growing up in Vail, Colorado, my skiing counterparts and I lived for adventure on the mountain. Each significant snowfall was like a permission slip from heaven to jump off the school bus at the village and spend the day seeking and jumping off of cornices and cliffs. For me, it wasn’t like what you see in the Warren Miller Movies, some fearless (or insane) soul cascading down avalanche prone slopes and catching “big air” at break neck speed. No, I was more cautious. Each drop was carefully looked over and calculated as I understood that once I took flight, there was no turning back. In the end I always overcame my fears and took that “leap of faith”.
Thirty years and a couple of surgeries have passed since those days of adventure but I continue to live much as I did back then. Today, I find myself ready to take another leap of faith as I am about to click the publish button, sending this first blog post into the abyss. There is a lot that I have yet to learn about what is on the other side of this cliff. Yea, I’m a bit scared and uncertain and I know that there is no turning back. But hey, that is what life is all about. I hope to see you on the other side. So here goes nothing…and….PUBLISH.