life is but a dream
What's crack-a-lackin', my little marmosets and wallabies?
I am, that's for certain, my little globe-trottin', yoga-practicing, occasionally surfing but not the butthole kind, not lately, self is chip and chipper and ready for action, rested and revitalized and at one with myself and the spirits I'm blessed to encounter.
What's that, you say, has Mraz partaken a wee bit to heavily in the great Bong of Life? Possibly, God knows the herb is sweet and I've taken my turn but mostly I am jazzed by the sound of the ocean and water slapping at my feet and the glory that is Hawaii. I've been a traveling man, if the aforementioned paragraph was somehow less than clear, went to lose myself in India and found something, in the process, if not my self then some piece of me I'd kept well-hidden.
The part of me that loves cows.
Anyway, down home with myself and with the demons in my head I skirted back westward to the parking lot that is our great nation, Joni, what a prophet you were, tiptoed past the Empire State Building as I attended to the business of this business. Awash in a sea of humanity I reveled in the smell and I'm reminded of the occasions I spent crashed on her couch, marveling at what a place the big city was and how anyone could really call it home.
Everywhere is home, now.
Fast forward to present tense, where I spent Valentine's Day on the lovely island of Kauai with a teacher and mentor, surfed big waves and wiped out in every way possible. I stopped to deliver a cupcake to Sanoe's mama and thank her personally for the beauty she helped bring into this world.
I woke up this morning and greeted the sun with a downward dog, sprawled out on my back afterward and felt the sand cool beneath me, warming all around me as the great ball of flame went higher and higher and higher and was grateful, yet again, for it, that energy that is so representative of the life force inside each of us. For the moon and the stars and the earth and all her people, for strings set to wood and the music they make and the tiny little piece of this all that I'm allowed to claim for a little while.
Merryly, merrily, merrily, y'all.
I am, that's for certain, my little globe-trottin', yoga-practicing, occasionally surfing but not the butthole kind, not lately, self is chip and chipper and ready for action, rested and revitalized and at one with myself and the spirits I'm blessed to encounter.
What's that, you say, has Mraz partaken a wee bit to heavily in the great Bong of Life? Possibly, God knows the herb is sweet and I've taken my turn but mostly I am jazzed by the sound of the ocean and water slapping at my feet and the glory that is Hawaii. I've been a traveling man, if the aforementioned paragraph was somehow less than clear, went to lose myself in India and found something, in the process, if not my self then some piece of me I'd kept well-hidden.
The part of me that loves cows.
Anyway, down home with myself and with the demons in my head I skirted back westward to the parking lot that is our great nation, Joni, what a prophet you were, tiptoed past the Empire State Building as I attended to the business of this business. Awash in a sea of humanity I reveled in the smell and I'm reminded of the occasions I spent crashed on her couch, marveling at what a place the big city was and how anyone could really call it home.
Everywhere is home, now.
Fast forward to present tense, where I spent Valentine's Day on the lovely island of Kauai with a teacher and mentor, surfed big waves and wiped out in every way possible. I stopped to deliver a cupcake to Sanoe's mama and thank her personally for the beauty she helped bring into this world.
I woke up this morning and greeted the sun with a downward dog, sprawled out on my back afterward and felt the sand cool beneath me, warming all around me as the great ball of flame went higher and higher and higher and was grateful, yet again, for it, that energy that is so representative of the life force inside each of us. For the moon and the stars and the earth and all her people, for strings set to wood and the music they make and the tiny little piece of this all that I'm allowed to claim for a little while.
Merryly, merrily, merrily, y'all.