Westward with Ho
This morning we awoke beside a canyon, surrounded by towering sunflower stalks, small spurts of rosemary, sage and numerous other specimens I forget or never knew the names of. The desert speaks to me like nowhere else ever could. I long for the sweet scent of creosote and desert rain. The vast expanse of uninhibited desert views spread before me, even under this unusual cloudy sky. A bird soars above the canyon - but beneath me - it’s caw echoing through the walls below.
We’re in Texas, and the locals fear the end times are near. I mean, 80 some degrees in Texas in the middle of August? What’s wrong with the world? Whatever happened to global warming?
Indiannapolis ended on a fabulous note. The new boss who witnessed only one hour of our event site performance up in Chicago last month – the absolute most horrendous everything-went-wrong-that-could kind of hour – came for the entire weekend. Sparky and I rocked even more than usual (hard to do). He was impressed. The world is a better place.
The Arkansas event was cancelled, so we opted for another 24 hour whirlwind in Cincy. Very productive: necessary closure and actual work accomplished. And then, Bubba Sparks and I picked our spirits up off the floor where they’d been stomped on for the past few weeks and gave a “Wooo! Hell yeah, girlfriend! We is heading out West, yo!”
No one else has ever come closer to being my soul mate. And no – to the chagrin of most men – our relationship is nothing but plutonic. But I’ve never spent this much time with any one person in my life. And I don’t believer I’ve ever shared such similar opinions on such a broad spectrum of subjects – or shared a similarly fucked up past/path – with anyone. Although admitedly, it’s unfortunately rare that such extensive, in-depth, and honest conversations happen with most people you come across.
Point is, kids – life is fucking beautiful. I’m going back to AZ!!!!! I’ve go a few days off to enjoy AZ and perhaps San Diego. However, after that, we’re slammed. We were supposed to have time off during San Fran Fringe, but such is no longer the case. Sadness. But I sure as shit can’t complain!!
I think three different guys fell for me in Indiannapolis. Strange. Sparks and I had a conversation about breaking hearts across the country:
“It’s bad Karma” she says.
I think the opposite. I mean, it would be nice if we just kissed and had fun and went our separate ways. (And BTW – that’s really all I do, is kiss. Safety.) But if most people are anything like me, it takes a whole hell of a lot to ignite a spark. And on the rare occasion that someone is able to make me feel, care, fear falling and contemplate the dreaded “L” word – I’m thankful. As much pain as I may end up enduring at the brevity and inevitably unreciprocated emotion, at least I know I’m still capable of feeling. And that perhaps I’ll feel that way again in the future. And hey – someone looked at me with kindness in his eyes – if only for a moment.
The road is a lonely, beautiful place.
We’re in Texas, and the locals fear the end times are near. I mean, 80 some degrees in Texas in the middle of August? What’s wrong with the world? Whatever happened to global warming?
Indiannapolis ended on a fabulous note. The new boss who witnessed only one hour of our event site performance up in Chicago last month – the absolute most horrendous everything-went-wrong-that-could kind of hour – came for the entire weekend. Sparky and I rocked even more than usual (hard to do). He was impressed. The world is a better place.
The Arkansas event was cancelled, so we opted for another 24 hour whirlwind in Cincy. Very productive: necessary closure and actual work accomplished. And then, Bubba Sparks and I picked our spirits up off the floor where they’d been stomped on for the past few weeks and gave a “Wooo! Hell yeah, girlfriend! We is heading out West, yo!”
No one else has ever come closer to being my soul mate. And no – to the chagrin of most men – our relationship is nothing but plutonic. But I’ve never spent this much time with any one person in my life. And I don’t believer I’ve ever shared such similar opinions on such a broad spectrum of subjects – or shared a similarly fucked up past/path – with anyone. Although admitedly, it’s unfortunately rare that such extensive, in-depth, and honest conversations happen with most people you come across.
Point is, kids – life is fucking beautiful. I’m going back to AZ!!!!! I’ve go a few days off to enjoy AZ and perhaps San Diego. However, after that, we’re slammed. We were supposed to have time off during San Fran Fringe, but such is no longer the case. Sadness. But I sure as shit can’t complain!!
I think three different guys fell for me in Indiannapolis. Strange. Sparks and I had a conversation about breaking hearts across the country:
“It’s bad Karma” she says.
I think the opposite. I mean, it would be nice if we just kissed and had fun and went our separate ways. (And BTW – that’s really all I do, is kiss. Safety.) But if most people are anything like me, it takes a whole hell of a lot to ignite a spark. And on the rare occasion that someone is able to make me feel, care, fear falling and contemplate the dreaded “L” word – I’m thankful. As much pain as I may end up enduring at the brevity and inevitably unreciprocated emotion, at least I know I’m still capable of feeling. And that perhaps I’ll feel that way again in the future. And hey – someone looked at me with kindness in his eyes – if only for a moment.
The road is a lonely, beautiful place.
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