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There are many beautiful stories of unplanned lives – seemingly lost – that deserve to be told, and I have a burning desire to discover and share them.
About Me
In my very first written piece at age six, I created a story about a young boy who could walk on walls and ceilings. This mysterious talent, which dumfounded his parents, enabled him to see the world from a completely different vantage point. Regardless of what was going on around him, he could turn the situation upside-down and sideways and and end up with a whole new view of every object and every person. It was quite illuminating.
Most of us plan our lives to one extent or another, which admittedly can be helpful for things like weddings, work, and stage productions, but in paraphrasing John Lennon, life happens anyway. That means we may find ourselves living lives that we never dreamed we would, whether good, bad, or indifferent.
Challenges and hardships aside, if we take the view that the unanticipated shifts are meant to happen, we can learn to embrace the gifts that come to us through the twists and turns of our journeys and accept those who bring an upside-down kaleidoscope view of life.
We are all travelers. Many of us have made choices to follow a road less traveled, perhaps several roads rarely traveled, and that’s okay. Sometimes these choices are giant leaps of faith; other times, they are offered to us as an only option. But the joys of an unplanned life can be numerous, enriched by gratefulness, simplicity, and acceptance.
To the young boy in my story who could walk on walls and ceilings, I applaud your courage in following your own less-traveled road and embracing the newness and sometimes oddness of what you saw upside down and sideways. And I hope I can continue to follow in your footsteps through my expressions of the written word and the images of the world around me. In doing so, I hope I can offer inspiration and insights to my followers.
Chris Bozman
J Christopher Creatives
The Seat of the Soul
I grew up in East Texas, otherwise known as The Piney Woods. I learned to ride a bike on a dirt road under the swaying branches of tall pines at my grandparents’ house near the small town of Willis. I loved the heavenly fragrance of the pines, their soulful swishing in the breeze, their soft blanket of straw underneath, and their cones. Native American tribes revered the pine tree as a symbol of longevity, peace, wisdom, and harmony with nature. In the United States, pine trees are often planted in Christian cemeteries to represent eternal life, and the continuity and renewal of life through their cones. In other lands and cultures, pine cones have been connected mystically with the cone-shaped “pineal gland,” which lies at the geometric center of the brain and is considered by some to be the biological third eye. The French philosopher Descartes referred to the pineal gland as The Seat of the Soul. The pine cone represents all of this to me, extending as well to my love of forests, my spiritual connection to trees, how intertwined that connection is with my sweet childhood memories, and my lifelong pursuit of renewal, resilience and enlightenment.