As children we tend to shy away from “becoming our parents,” intent on forging our own identity.
Yet the older we get we realize that we are no matter how
hard we tried, our parents are part of who we are and todeny that part would be
to ignore ourselves as a whole.
In my case I couldn’t be happier, as both of my parents are unique and wonderful in their own ways.
mini-me and Dad
An avid collector of cultural
antiquities, seeker of truth, student of humanity and relentless advocate of philanthropy, my
father has instilled in me an interest of the world and it’s inhabitants, from
the tools used by prior cultures to their belief systems.
A wall at my Dad's, decorated with his tribal collections
My dad has taught me that the beauty of our world comes from its diversity, and how important it
is to study the history and cultures that came before us.
22 years ago my father built
an eco-lodge in northern Peru on 12,000 acres of preserve and is currently
turning that land into an Carbon Fund
in order to protect the land, species and people that have lived on the
Peruvian amazon for generations…I could not be more proud of him!
Last visit I had with my dad was so endearing as he had been
reading up on the original process of
perfumery. It was August and he lives in a valley in Brown’s County,
Indiana where you are surrounded by nature.
In the yard were the most beautiful white flowers, with the
most intoxicating smell, unfortunately I still am not 100% sure of the name.
Knowing I was coming and not sure how long the blossoms were going to last he soaked the cotton balls in oil and started to harvest the flowers to collect and preserve their fragrance using an old method of perfumery.
Moments like those bring me back to childhood and wonderment
in ways that only my father can. Staying closely connected to history and
cultures outside of our own help widen perspective and create an interest that
is necessary to stay grounded in this fast moving world.