on the porch again...

sitting on the porch with fresh air in my lungs, music in my ears, and hot tea in my lap is one of my favorite things to do. it is time for me... time to talk to good people and time to think to myself. i get to reminisce about the past and dream about the future, whether it is just tomorrow, 3 weeks or 3 years from now.

well, where will i be in 1 year? it will be fun to go back and read what i write now 1 year from now. i can say as much as: i'll probably be out of bishop, going on to my next adventure. learning more and experiencing more. india? nepal? oregon?... another small town in california? who knows...

i have had a lot of time to think these past few days. spending hours on end in a trailer in the middle of the desert by yourself will do that to ya... i miss my friends and family. i miss spending time with people who are familiar. i miss that warm feeling of vegging out on a couch crocheting and watching happy movies... sipping hot chocolate and munching on some fresh baked goods. i miss walking at night crunching through the frosty leaves and talking about... stuff, anything really. i miss cooking huge meals and singing to bad music at the top of my lungs. i miss cuddling up with pooka. i miss climbing with my old buddies. the list goes on.

... but along with everything that i miss i realize that all of that isn't really gone. i still have all of that. i still have those opportunities and the memories are still alive. it's hard to not focus on the past because it's always the good times that stick out... but when you really think about it there have been some pretty shitty times too. and to be able to look back and see that you've survived it all is quite hopeful. like i've said time and time before: people have come and gone in my life, hearts have been hurt, doubts have taken over, and everything in between... but life goes on regardless and things turn out okay in the end. knowing that is quite comforting, actually.

i have no idea where this rant came from. i guess sitting out on the porch does that to you...

the smells in bishop are now familiar.

my legs hurt from dancing

las tortugas dance of the dead

holy shit... 4 days of music, fun, drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll... minus the drugs and sex. haha.

jam bands, bluegrass, country, blues, rock and roll, funk, jazz, reggae... you name it, they got it.

crazy costumes, rainy and wet, beautiful forest, music 'tll 4am, pot, fire, yum.

c'mon it was a damn hippie fest for goodness sake! what do you expect...

i've decided that dancing to funky jazz is my favorite type of dancing. and that dancing is great exercise, and that moving with the beat of music is good for the soul :)

'till next year turtles... 'till next year.