I watched the second half of Martin Scorcese’s HBO documentary on George Harrison last night.  Inscrutable, whimsical, beautiful.  The dark horse, the spiritual man.

My take away is that he lived the improvisation life – he let himself be moved, changed, followed the call, dove deep, came up different.  The through line was looking for the deepest place that his music could take him.

I loved the image of him pulling Ravi Shankar along a path through the brush to the edge of the thrashing Pacific, and both of them gazing down into that wildness.

Have you found the deepest place that your _________(fill in the blank)__________ can take you?  Are you on the path?