From page 88, the close of part one of the three-part book. This passage follows his first gin and tonic, a drink he associated with becoming an adult.
The moment after gin and tonics, the realization that there is not a prize behind door number one, is a moment we all share. The answer to the question â€œIs this it?â€ is, of course, yes.
We all want a simple story–I know I do. In a simple story, my paralysis and the loss of my father and sister would be the obstacles I overcome, the negatives I turn into positives. My success would be the lessons I learned and a life of productive happiness.
In another version, the dislocation I experienced between mind and body during these months would be the injury. Yoga would eventually be the remedy. Humpty Dumpty would get put back together again and yoga would be the clue.
My story is not simple. As I write this, I am both heartbroken and desperately in love. Living thus far has taken quite a toll. And yet, I would trade nothing. The richness and possibilities I can feel come directly from what I have experienced. I stand in awe of the transformative potential embodied by our consciousness.
This awe, however, still possesses the flavor of the moment just after gin and tonics. This fact does not weaken the drama of life. It begins it.