Of many arresting images in Brian Doyle’s One Long River of Song, one has been sticking with me in recent days.
Writing about something that was once a big piece of his life and has since been laid aside, BD says it was like a rocket booster — essential to reach the current trajectory, but no longer part of the journey.
How many of those rocket boosters has each of us had? How many are still powering us upward?
And, when we look down, how should we feel about those stages that brought us here but are no longer carrying on?