“I’m still smiling when I think of Treasure Maps. I came to the week with a tangle about self doubt, second guessing myself, not acting, staying stuck in overworking–feeling like a truck with gas pedal to the floor, wheels spinning, in deep mud, going absolutely nowhere, with lots of effort to show for it. And now I do feel more sure of myself, more trusting of myself, less giving a hoot about some things; I move more freely, dragging less ball and chains, like more of me is going in the same direction. I find myself doing new things, like eating less chocolate for no reason, organizing little rats nests that have accumulated around me, going through my same old morning routine and having no idea how I have ended up getting to work a half hour earlier. I find I no longer spend so much time wandering around wondering whether to be or not to be, or whether that’s the question. I find I’m resting in a deeper trust that little birds go from egg to chick to bird with wings, and strong protected seeds know to break out of their husks and sprout and grow and bloom, and that we are something like that. And I feel a more settled sure sweet sense of self. There is no greater gift than that.”