utility truck is here. shutting down and getting out. not sure where. wish me luck, i need it.
morning
it’s really kind of funny, if you look at it that way. less than eight hours ago, i was talking to a friend and so excited about finally making it to seattle. then the landing pad disappeared and cried my eyes out, but eventually swallowed my pride and called my daughter and thank the stars, she said, ‘yes’… so i finally could sleep. two hours later, she called and said, ‘no’. some miracle of physiology set me to numb and i managed to sleep anyway. but now it is morning.
karma cares not for how tired you are
i just received a call. from my daughter. she tells me she does not want me to come to her. she tells me ‘find something else’. too numb to think. going back to bed. will decide where the truck gets pointed when i wake up. it is official. i have no one. nothing. only two words can i think of right now and i say them with full understanding of what they mean and wonder how many who read this will know… no. more.
t-minus 12 hours
well. email to post works, but text messaging to blog does not. so much for being able to holler for help if needed in the middle of nowhere. bleh.
testing on the road posting
well… if this works, then yes, i can actually post updates from the road. though i suspect they will be extremely succinct…. maybe. hah. (this being a test!)
preparation
the cats have a home. thank the stars. a sangha sister has taken them. i cannot begin to tell what an enormous relief/weight it has lifted.
the river, the amber, and the bones
(recording available: river-amber-bones.mp3 ) in a dream, i found a river, in a forest, primordial, silent even the creatures, mindful, moving slowly, noiselessly only the sound of the waters, giddy, rushing, and gleeful over rocks, against the banks, running, running to the ocean
new music mix
i do not usually listen to pop music or anything remotely ‘new’ or ‘contemporary’. but, while out driving today, several songs played as i was scanning the station dials that just…. i dunno. fit. hit home. were ‘mine’ in that way that sometimes songs are… so, as usual, i went out and dug them up to post here.