The Stranger, the Spring, and the Seed

An Encounter in 1993 That Opened the Path to a Life of Conscious Inquiry

The year was 1993. Atlanta was already humming with spring, trees laced with bright green, and the smell of warm sidewalks still wet from overnight rain. I was a year away from enrolling full-time at Georgia State University, and my days were filled with the electric mix of hope and uncertainty that so often surrounds a person on the verge of meaningful…