Twice a year, I travel to Monterey, California to attend creativity conferences. Before the conferences begin, I like to immerse myself in nature with pilgrimages to a sacred place. That place seems to elevate my thinking and connect me to my creative core. Trying to capture its essence, I recently wrote a poem. It is called “Pacific Pilgrimage`’. The first line of the poem is taken from an Emily Dickinson poem.


I stepped from plank to plank

To river bank

Gateway to a secret place

Thistles in brush

Rabbits abound

Oak sculptures and glorious crowns

All, clarion calls to the Pacific

And I am found