All that's added; all that's waited on
I find that my practice is opening doors for me continually, though not so many yet financially. I've been dancing a lot more than I have in the past years, and it's been doing my body and mind well, I believe.
I still wake with Pen and Jack on my mind every day, and wonder about what kind of life they're living, if their influences will silence their curiosities for a more grand expression, or if they'll be silenced, sheltered and inhibited the whole way until they are old enough to be found by me, or until such a time as I can get enough money for a lawyer.
I swear, in the history of shitty things that a person can do to another person...
No sense mourning what I can't control.
I've written a few new songs this week, and improved on a few that I had previously.
Oh, my kingdom for a camera. I saw a relatively fresh lava flow by the solid waste transfer station in Puna, which was a trip. Living in the land of fire certainly augments many experiences.The variety of produce here is unparalleled, the soil is quite fertile. In addition to the way it feels all forms of life are accelerated into fruition on the aina, I've been dreaming about futuristic landscapes, space, and time travel lately - which are topics of dreams that I do not believe have come up before. Maybe it's that lingering idea that the only thing that separates me from my cubs is time. That's it.
I may have an opportunity to make some money this week - recounting last year, I realize that I lived the entire year on approximately 3 grand. Which, by all accounts is pretty impressive. At some point having amenities like an actual bed and a dresser would be nice - as living out of a ruck sack - albeit practical, does grow a bit tiresome.
Anyway, for you Pen and Jack, I love you, and I leave in my wake a legacy for you to come home to upon such a time.
I still wake with Pen and Jack on my mind every day, and wonder about what kind of life they're living, if their influences will silence their curiosities for a more grand expression, or if they'll be silenced, sheltered and inhibited the whole way until they are old enough to be found by me, or until such a time as I can get enough money for a lawyer.
I swear, in the history of shitty things that a person can do to another person...
No sense mourning what I can't control.
I've written a few new songs this week, and improved on a few that I had previously.
Oh, my kingdom for a camera. I saw a relatively fresh lava flow by the solid waste transfer station in Puna, which was a trip. Living in the land of fire certainly augments many experiences.The variety of produce here is unparalleled, the soil is quite fertile. In addition to the way it feels all forms of life are accelerated into fruition on the aina, I've been dreaming about futuristic landscapes, space, and time travel lately - which are topics of dreams that I do not believe have come up before. Maybe it's that lingering idea that the only thing that separates me from my cubs is time. That's it.
I may have an opportunity to make some money this week - recounting last year, I realize that I lived the entire year on approximately 3 grand. Which, by all accounts is pretty impressive. At some point having amenities like an actual bed and a dresser would be nice - as living out of a ruck sack - albeit practical, does grow a bit tiresome.
Anyway, for you Pen and Jack, I love you, and I leave in my wake a legacy for you to come home to upon such a time.