there is no where to run from myself. i have been buzzing like an old fashioned telephone wire wondering what the next few days will bring as i wait to hear about a possible position. i don’t really have a plan beyond this one. it’s been 3 weeks since i flew the coop from my last gig.
i know i don’t need one immediately, because my plans don’t facilitate any action. they mostly quell my own anxiety. if this shape of things to come doesn’t come into being, i will need to fly around and find another option. if not this option then a better option.
to ease my mind, i drove to salida colorado to purchase the painted window posted above from the art & salvage gallery there. i have it hanging in my kitchen and i hope it continues to bring me relief. as i move forward in my life, the bird is becoming a greater metaphor for me on my journey.
here i am perched kind of watching all that goes on around me i can see. but i know from time to time it becomes necessary to let go of the wire and fly somehow there is comfort in this simple idea. comfort and hope.
needless to say after 2 posts of jon sa trinxa’s mixes i have found another love. this is uber chill and speaks to me in the dark and in the light. hope you enjoy it as well.