Any Old Wind that Blows
Last night, I had a conversation with Johnny Cash.
Not really, at least not in the sense that we had any physical interaction.
Rather, I went to his grave and talked to him about few things on my mind. It felt so good to let it go. He doesn't mind that I call him Grandpa and I have a feeling he'll be available for talking once I'm out in Montana. Then I let his grandson have some alone time with him.
But I think he heard me, and he understood.
Not really, at least not in the sense that we had any physical interaction.
Rather, I went to his grave and talked to him about few things on my mind. It felt so good to let it go. He doesn't mind that I call him Grandpa and I have a feeling he'll be available for talking once I'm out in Montana. Then I let his grandson have some alone time with him.
But I think he heard me, and he understood.