Have you ever had that sensation that there is more, but you can’t seem to put your finger on it?

I could easily say that I’ve been in this state of mind for at least two decades. I can even remember almost three decades ago having the sensation show up at my doorstep, inviting me to come out and play. While intriguing, I suppose I was still too prim and proper to take it up on its offer. Intriguing it was, irresistible it wasn’t yet. That didn’t come along for another decade.

I remember as a young lad being told by my mom that we were going to go on “vacation.” The way she said it, I knew it was something that would be exquisitely good; however, I had no paradigm upon which to hang the hat. That created an interesting quandary. I was excited and longing for something that I didn’t even know what it was. I became increasingly excited in the days counting down to THE day and it affected my sleep and appetite, which for a 7-8 year old was rather remarkable in and of itself. By the time the anticipated day arrived, I was a wreck because I was so excited!

And it was good.

Now, I find myself in a similar state, though perhaps not quite as intense as it was for the 7-8 year old me.

It’s here, close; it’s available for me, now. I have reams of material on it, but nothing tells me what can only be experienced.