At the beginning of anything is an energy of possibility that can be had at no other time. I have been exploring that energy lately. Rather, I have been living it. Not too long ago, I had an opportunity for a beginning, but I felt rushed where I would have rather savored. It is my choice in the end, how I approach and experience any moment, yet when I am in the moment with someone else, the dynamic changes. I don’t want to hurry through life, collecting trophies rather than real memories. I remember once visiting a rather large museum, filled with the works of many great artists. But there was so much to see and in an attempt to see it all, I found myself running through the rooms desperately. In the end, my memories are only of my frenetic pace. I regret not lingering over a single work and getting to know it intimately. I would rather have a few meaningful moments in my life than scores of fleeting, empty images.