Be Here Now

As my search for meaning alternates between religion and spirituality, and mere earthly existence, the time to myself, be it stuck in a train yard or by the side of the road, is a blessed gift of nothing more than time, but often more valuable than anything I’ve ever been given. Perhaps I haven’t yet discovered the meaning of life or unveiled the mystery of eternity, but I have experienced the power of Now, and it could be that’s all I ever need to know.

This is an excerpt of The Rucksack Letters by Steve McAllister. Buy your copy of the eBook on


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