Two days.

In two days, I head south into New Mexico to meet up with the new pilot. The new pilot and I have screened one another on the phone a fair amount, and it is near certain we will make Florida without meltdown! I am pleased with 2014 thus far, and often wonder how much I really have to do with any of it. Issue is, when I get to that thought, the circle closes, and you are left teetering between full control and chaos. Its grey scale at best, and when I don’t ask these unanswerables, I don’t spend time worrying over them. More time to watch it snow. 

It is snowing here, I have just finished up some work that I wanted done. Woke up really early today. Too early, but I went to sleep really early, and there is only so much sleep my tank holds. The bags of road tired have left my eyes, and I am almost out of closing wounds caused by the sharp things of the desert. I have been busking a fair amount, where my case turns into a journalshop, the hat goes out, and I play music for hours. This, and the capo moving obsession I have developed, have pushed me to work on my voice (and all the use of the sing muscles can’t hurt on it’s own). I guess I must be having fun?

I recently finished a book that would hold the love-letters and whathaveyou from a deceased loved one. I will post photos when it arrives at it’s destination. In each book I bind, I set intention by writing a note that will never be seen on the endpage of one side. They usually go like this “May this book inspire the thought that will be housed herein” OR “The release and capture of these words be done with trust.” Something like that.. this one was closer to me, I wrote a small letter, encasing it into linen and binding it into the book. I leave with a quote from Gregory David Roberts. This is also in the binding, never to be seen, but definitively part of the book.

“At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.”

 Thanks for everything. 

Ill post from New Mexico. Love.

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