Returning…

Seattle -> Los Angeles

Ever been two places at once? How can it be that I am at once on stage slamming octaves on a keyboard in Tacoma, and in the same moment gliding the fields of an English garden in Wimbledon, London? Exploring the bends of a creek and glancing at the pillars of the victorian inn and visitor center on an 100 degree day - my heart is here, my body there, and my brain reciting the grimacing lyrics to Cantrell’s “Them Bones” on a stage. Just keep moving, keep pulsing.

Tour’s over and I just want to disappear again into the wilderness of a foreign country. Feel the displacement of flying planes over unseen lands and paying with European cash. I don’t so much miss my family and friends as much as I miss finding my ground overseas, drinking wine at a cafe on a harbor off in Hamburg, sexting in a museum in Frankfurt, counting the little bit of Euros I’ve got in my wallet, walking walking walking, listening to a language I don’t understand on a subway car, humming disembodied melodies about Biergartens along a cobblestone street. So many wonderful moments spent alone, but they never felt ‘alone,’ always accompanied by the assurance of my own strength and curiosity of this new place.

I cannot wait to rest so that my vocabulary becomes rich again.

I cannot lie about the excitement that comes along with thoughts of the future of this summer - the basking in sun rays and long day trips. When I think about life, it is bright.

This plane ride couldn’t be slow enough!