HELP THINGS GROW

every day an adventure

today i bought a smoothie
and played my mandolin on my break
on the rock under the parking lot's lone tree

said goodbye to my boss in santa fe
brush off a bit of the ol' not-unusual tj weirdness
no time for that whatever-ness

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come home
and find yet another song
get this

picking up the guitar on the bench in the yard, accidently strumming while the guitar pick was still wedged in the strings where i keep it when I'm not playing, i notice the sound is nearly indistinguishable from the sound of the mbira, the african thumb piano, and since i'm studying african rhythms, i just start fingerpicking one of the more interestng rhythms i know, and next thing i know, i'm sounding a lot like i'm playing a shona style mbira song, highly simplified of course, but definitely with the right feel, so ridiculous as it seems, i've found another really fun sketch to flesh out

time out to email a friend, write of the importance of doing what we love, which reflects the day's offering of graceful reassurance in regards to such matters, specifically the persistent arising of the desire to farm within a supportive community, so i start thinking about visiting indiana again, maybe scouting out some land to work for next growing season, wondering if this vision would find the wings to manifest, or may be just another alternate scenario and beautiful vision to savor for now

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call a friend to have a beer
very enjoyable
yacking away about a bunch of stuff
really nice resonance

a heavyset older guy sits next to us and starts listening to the very verbal woman another seat over, which we are glad for, she so wanted attention, and after my friend leaves, i'm finishing up my beer, when i hear him say something to the woman about all the FBI could promise me was that they would take care of my remains

and she is yacking on in a drunkenly tangential manner, so i just edgewise say to him I'm curious about that, which begins into a fascinating conversation in which i hear first hand about so much of the stuff i know has been going on in government over the last few decades, in this case his journalistic attempts at whistle-blowing iran-effin-contra of all things, and just what happened to him

and i offer my empathy as well as my appreciation of this man's dogged sense of integrity, and i just feel such a sense of respect that there are not many words, just a few laughs at how crazy the world is, and offer hopes we get to talk again, maybe over some bagpipe music next time

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and i'm headed home, and i have a message from a friend of mine i haven't heard from in a year or so, a young woman from indiana who i've had a very deep karmic connection with, and have often wondered about settling down with, but never quite felt called to act boldly about, while also witnessed the universe's synchronicities in not quite arranging it for us

so i call her back, she is pregnant for the first time, by way of her new lover with whom she is on a fast track with, she feels good about it and they are living together on the farm, the one i just happened to be thinking about earlier in the day, and i am really quite happy for her, and that such a dream is being lived out back there, may he have the wisdom and humility to parent well

help things grow

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and now i sit
delightfully amazed
at the workings

of a sometimes
surprisingly
intimate

universe