Wonders abound

Hey people. You know how I've told you before where I live is magic? Here is further evidence.

On Sat. our neighbor's daughter and her husband threw a party down in the woods along the river. They are the same couple who got married down there. Their family knows a lot of musicians, so it kind of became a concert. This was the main act we caught called "Mister". Man they were good. Check out more of their stuff here, on iTunes under "singer/songwriter- Mister", and here. (You can click pics to enlarge)

Then my neighbor took the stage (drums) (I know, cool right?) with an old buddy of his who is a kick ASS blues guy (I only know him as Kevin, and he doesn't have any recordings of himself-- yet). Kevin has been playing a long time and told my hubs he used to live "the life"- being super poor and just playing music, but is now mostly retired. Man they were awesome.

It was such an amazing night. Earlier, before everything fired-up I was all edgy-- excited because it sounded fun, but having my flywheel deal where I just knew things wouldn't get as nutty as I thought I wanted them to.

Then later they kind of did. Some people did get pretty trashed and there were a bit of antics. But it wasn't all exciting and fun. It actually really pissed me off and made me uncomfortable. It didn't go with the vibe of the party at all, and just seemed sad and out of place. It was a good wake-up call for me. I DON'T miss those days, and don't want to go back. I need to remember that and know the pent-up feeling I get at times needs to be released in other ways-- healthy ones.

Check out this vid someone sent me. This guy is amazing! I so wish I could move like this- Spiderman meets Baryshnikov meets Bruce Lee.




When I go running in the woods, the person inside me who's made of pure energy is doing all kinds of stuff like that- flipping over logs and flying through tree branches, leaping off rock ledges. In real-life I've performed the occasional ninja-like move darting out of the path of a speeding mountain bike, but for the most part have to be satisfied with jogging peacefully along.

The whole unscratchable itch thing I get, I recognize it's an echo, a symptom. But it's real too. It's existential to me now. It's part of me and I can't decide if it's good or bad. Maybe it's neither in and of itself. I suppose as long as I allow it to drive me to find positive ways to vent off the excess energy it's a good thing. :)

For today I'm going to radiate pure good vibes. If you run into me drink up!