March 12, 2016
In June, 1973, after I left school, I found myself sitting on a bridge built of railroad ties over the Kishwaukee River. My feet dangled over the side. Below me rushed green and black water. Above me hung a blue sky and a gold sun. The ties were warm under my hands. I felt like I had no way home, that is, I did not know what to do with myself.
I had brought some books, papers and pens with me. A crow floated over me and landed in a sycamore. I shook my head.
All of a sudden, I thought I could write. I picked up a paper and pen and scribbled words about making love to an old girlfriend I called Ross. That was how I began to create Ceremonies.