by Ray Jason
When the bus unloaded us at the Great Wall of China, our tour guide and her flock headed off in one direction, while I snuck off on my own. Such behavior was symbolic of my life in general. To escape the herd and transcend the humdrum has been a constant theme on my meandering Path. That contrary to ordinary behavior rewarded me splendidly on that day, and it has continued to do so down the decades.
We had been instructed to “stay with our guide” who would mother hen us along the acceptable route over the rebuilt part of the wall. But that beautifully restored section held little allure for me. What sang to my wandering heart was the massive serpentine rubble that undulated across the hilltops and off into the misty distance.