hello, friends! i think i ought to start off by saying sorry sorry so-so-sorry! i'm a blog-truant, a bona fide absentee on the myspace (or anyspace, really) blogosphere. tweets are marvelous and i love them, but i really ought to write more than 140 characters every now and then.
it's good to spread out.
yawwn. streettcch.
there's so much room in here.
doing the mental equivalent of lying diagonally across a big empty bed.
expansive,
white
space.
an inauspicious start. not saying much of anything...
starting again.
hello from missoula, montana. today was a beautiful day and missoula was a beautiful place to spend it in. we walked by the river, bundled up in our winter coats and scarves to protect our thin california skins, drank hot drinks and ate lovely pumpkin-y things, and all in all enjoyed ourselves very much.
tomorrow we arrive in seattle, fly to napa, play a few acoustic songs at a vineyard (thank you kzzu!), then back to my hometown to continue the tour.
oh, the tour.
it has been so wonderful... except getting the bloody plague at the beginning. atlanta fans, i'm not sure exactly what's happening to make up for that show, but i want you to know i haven't forgotten you and i am truly sorry. if i had been able to perform that night, i would have been on stage, but i simply couldn't. sometimes, the body simply will not comply.
now i am better.
better in so many ways.
you see, i'd been doing an awful lot of deep introspection (too deep, i think... one can definitely think oneself into a hole... sometimes it's better to just go for a walk and try on hats in a thrift store) and soul searching (in which respect i've been very mannish- refusing to ask for directions until i'd gotten myself completely and utterly lost), and i got terribly tangled up, all my wires crossing and shorting themselves out constantly. it wasn't pretty.
life can be incredibly complicated
or it can be very clear.
now i'm focusing on simply being.
exhaling.
for it's nice to be.
to enjoy.
to lean back and feel the wind upon one's face, to note the graceful line of a blackened branch against the pale gray november sky, to put one's hands in the air and throw all worries, fears and failures in the river.
i left all it behind.
we can only do what we can and be what we are, when we are... of course, we have to move forward, heading towards being what we'd like to be, but noting the colors, smells and sounds along the way sometimes gets lost in the shuffle.
let's not rush
but grow slow and steady
like a sturdy oak
yearning for the sun
while all around sprouts upwards at a feverish pace
sometimes it feels like we're not getting anywhere at all
and it can be quite lonely
but one day, we'll look
to find the ground so very far away
and the sun
so much closer
than we ever thought it would be
birds will rest on our shoulders
and sing us to sleep
and we will continue to grow
slow
and steady
towards the sun.
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