Floating thoughts

I met with the kids that I was supposed to meet with. It was ecstatic and calm and crazy and lovely. It was everything I hoped it would be and everything it was supposed to be. We jammed and recorded and screamed and dogpiled. We visited the Hare Krishnas- twice- and ate prasadam and made some monk friends and danced and chanted like a hummingbird on acid and meth. You need to have that spiritual experience.

We've got to keep the momentum. Keep your momentum. Don't compromise. Don't slow down. Don't get bored. Don't get complacent. Go go go. Love. And smile!

"Keep your heart open. Push through frustration. Open, open, open up. I love everyone so much!"

I go back to work tomorrow, and now I am really stoked to do it. I guess I'm not stoked to have a schedule, but I'm a lot looser now about time. Finally. I used to be so anal retentive about punctuality. I don't need that.

I'm going a few miles north today to a little town where a mad socialist is stripping bark with his comrades, one of which will be me in a few hours. I haven't seen him in about two years, but in my memory he has a remarkable pattern of energy. He knows a lot of things I don't. They'll be using the tree sacrifices to erect a cabin that will begin a collective in Alexander, AR. If anyone can do it, Kenny can.









Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear.