As I drove downstate, the Gateway Arch welcomed me back to St. Louis. I reflected on the Cahokia Mounds and the many indigenous peoples who once lived here eons ago. This portal to the west drew them here as it still does in this modern era. 
Memories of being in my grandfather‘s arms at the capping of the arch blended with remembering living in the high-rise apartments underneath it years later as I drove onward. My girlfriend and host later drove me past some of my previous addresses, giving me a chance to review my early life in a flash. 
When is the last time you reviewed your early life? What portal or gateway frames your early days? Ki to Happiness passes through the gateway and honors all those who’ve come this way before me as well as those who’ll come after me.