Belongings paired down to instruments, tools, clothes, and the bare essentials. I’ve found myself surrounded by extremely supportive people immersed deep in what I consider to be the lush rug at the foot of Mt Hoods triple King bed.
Where nature need not flex it’s power to be recognized. Where reverb and gain sweep the base of mighty pines. Where the sparrows are brazen and stand up to Jays. For now, this is home, in many new ways.
Growing as a person and as an artist I am acknowledging progress.
I still don’t know where I’m going, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I get there.
Ps. Dogs are fucking awesome.