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Hi Jeff, I booked my flight tonight. I leave early Monday morning. I know that you may not understand this. Hell, I don’t either. I just know that I find something within myself when I’m traveling that I have yet to be able to duplicate here. A voice awakes inside of me and words tumble out of my mind, describing all the beauty that I see and feel and touch and taste and that vibrate around me and in me and through me. As I sit listening to “One to many mornings” a tranquil heaviness, though ...

Traditions with my grandfather My grandfather and I have these traditions, these tiny moments frozen in time, that repeat themselves with a regularity untouched in any other aspect of my life. In the warm spring and summer air, when the skies are clear and raindrops are dancing against blue and white backdrops far from any place where we are, I permit him to walk me to my car. On cold, blustering days, when rain is all around, when the wind whips my hair and the cold grips my fingertips, I d...

Moments from my journal August 2005 - April 2006 I’m sitting facing southeast. The sun is sinking behind my right shoulder. As it sets it casts a golden glow upon my pages, interrupted only by the shadow of my slouched shoulder and head. The skies out here are wide and open, blue and grey and white, wind swept and sunlit. The leathery smell of my journal mixes comfortably with the music of Bob Dylan and the mood beset upon me by the intriguing introduction to the Bronte sisters. I want to re-...

Some lines found in a C.D. case. Whose words? I saw a man crying as he walked down the street He wiped the tears away with his fist and opened his hand in a waving motion mine: he washed a fresh, wet rain of love across the sky through the air and into my mind. His trembling, thunderous actions his instinctual rocking motion His unintentional expulsion of emotion pain, despair, love filled my every void giving me confidence where I had none.

I shouldn’t be able to see you But my eyes rest upon your frame I see you in my dreams I shouldn’t be able to hear you But my ears vibrate with your words You give verbal comfort to my disturbed soul I shouldn’t be able to touch you But I feel your warmth You hold me tight, ease my mind I shouldn’t be able to experience you But you are all around You’re the midnight coyotes, calling to me in my desert dreams You’re the warm sun on my pale face You’re the soft grass that I seek rest upon You’r...