I had this funky, unexplainable medical issue with my face. It started with the massive cold sore that took over the corner of my mouth. This may not be a big deal for some but I only get them when I’m moving, flying to New Zealand or living in the sun. That averages out to one every 4 years. After a two week recuperation, another one came on. Two weeks later a third one hit me. Something was wrong.  I was as frustrated and mystified as my naturopath physician. We even ran a test on my white blood cell count to make sure it was running properly.

Do we come of age in a singular moment or is it a gathering progression? I’m not talking about the ceremonious physical coming of age that entitles one to a plastic coated card. I’m referring to the life rendering psychological event; that moment your candy coated, rainbow sparkled life gets blown up by a bazooka named Hard Reality. We climb to the glorious peak of our youth only to be pushed over the cliff; plummeting at shocking speed into the pits of adulthood.

We toss our stone, knowing once it has left our grasp, the outcome is beyond us. There is nothing left for us to do but stand by and count the expanding ripples… one, two, three, foooooour. Just how many will it create?  How far will they flow? This is the mystery we cast.

What would it be like to walk the world for one day in a size twelve men’s mentality…