I used to start with a short stanza of a poem on my blogs. But I have found in the past four or so years that poetry doesn't speak to me anymore. I value the lyrics of my favorite songwriters to divulge their poetry to me and whisper in my earbud. Tweedy says it best-- "music is my savior. and i was maimed/tamed by rock and roll."
It has been a long time. I scanned the old blog-o-sphere and smiled to myself. We have all grown up, thank God. Apart. What a tremendous pontificating went on here. I am glad to say I have made the switch to an even lesser form of the written word by subscribing to the dreaded facebook. Still, it is a way to manage relationships with people that you otherwise would not be communicating. It is easy and fast and well, universal.
I have grown up. I can feel it and I am so glad. It took me long enough though. Pushing 40 I am SO damn glad to be moving on. So--a great summer. I guess it is time for a farewell to summer since we stared back to work last week. I know--it's only the 2nd week of August. People in Indiana are dumb and they need all the learning and re-learning they can get. So--back to werk.
I managed to make time to set goals and achieve all of them this summer. Home improvement, mind, spirit and body improvement and lots of time with the only person that I should focus on: my girl time.
So last summer was the summer of the desert. This was the summer of water. I managed to work my way solo up to Niagara and OT and biked the river out to the falls--50 miles round trip. Never been there-- was lovely and a religious experience passing under the falls in the mists. I loved every minute of it.
I also trekked up to the dunes indiana-michigan for a spiritual immersion. The waters were calling and the northern cool waters won.
I am well. I am centered and grounded and focused and strong. Very strong. I don't take shit from anyone anytime.
It's a great place to be. Can't wait to be 40.
Ciao.
