I always forget how metaphorical a journey can be. I think that is why writing my memoirs is so good for me. Instead of focusing on the end result, I can get lost-beautifully lost-along the way. If I’m not too careful or too analytical or too self-critical of what I’m doing, I can become immersed in the process of remembering and re-creating. Memories become feelings, and feelings become treasures to be savored.