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.