Intellectual Capitol of California

Sometimes magic happens...I walked to the clock tower or Campanile at U.C. Berkeley yesterday to gain some inspiration from the 22 Nobel laureates who were from Cal.  I’ve been struggling with the idea of surrendering to the writing process.  My book is in the homestretch, but I still needed some kind of grounding stone to set me on the path toward creativity.  I lay down on a cement bench and looked up at the clock tower and noticed it was almost 6 p.m.  I closed my eyes.  The scent of pine and concrete lingered in the air.  The clock struck six and I heard the deep sound of a gong being struck.  How cool was that? I thought to myself.  Then came the best part—it was the whimsical notes of a chime playing a lilting song.  I was being serenaded by the state’s largest musical jewelry box.  I surrendered to this ethereal experience and marveled at the beauty of life.  And then I wept.