Nothing is Easy... if I was to tell you I am having a great time all is wonderful . That would not be exactly true. However the uplift of my spirit that seems to happen whether the blues seem to have me squarely down... then boom! More magic moments. Of course how can anyone be down surrounded by friends and family with such beauty surrounding me. I ain't down. Always waking up.
So let us deal with this impossible world NYC manifests all around me and I am sadly impressed as just as you thought maybe 20 years ago that why would anyone want to cram another million people in here... anyways. What the heck is sustainable?
Green dreams.
Drove into Manhattan with the 1971 Grateful Dead CD playing. Blasting. That woke me up. Delivering the squash blossoms to Morse's fabulous crew of women at the Farmstand down in Union Square. 'I had to move.. move.. Really had to move! That's why if you please... Tears came down my cheeks for Jerry listening to Wharf Rat. Anyways guess I am an old Dead Head. A lucky young man was I to see them so often around 1971. What happened to the present says I. 'What present?!' said Hunter to me a couple of years ago when I bumped into him. Sadly.
Apparently there are gigs waiting back in Fairfax for me. Sounds good. Probably be back by the 23rd maybe earlier. Likely Amtrak again.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Politics and Wave Formations
On the Friday before I left for my East Coast adventure I stopped into the San Anselmo Town Hall and picked up the papers to run for Town Council. The night before I had changed my Voter Registration from San Rafael to San Anselmo to be eligible for this post. On Sunday I left my apartment in Fairfax packing guitar, my Mexican Acoustic, and over the shoulder bag with, a couple of extra T shirts, couple of socks, the election material, (two folders worth of rules and regs) a couple of CD's Grateful Dead's, Skull and Roses, purchased 5 months ago (still havn't given it a listen) a CD from guitar teacher, Freewheeling Frank of 40 Blues Grooves... anyways packing relatively light.
I had to get 20 nominating signatures before I left. That Sunday I got 19.. maybe that would get me through, the deadline was this Friday the Seventh.. managed to finally get to Oakland and get on the 1:30 AM bus to Reno and my journey was underway.. cut to the chase. I respectfully have withdrawn my name as a candidate for the San Anselmo Town Council, (due to a few rules that I wasn't aware of when my journey east began) make it impossible to be in two places at the same time, there might be a lesson for me there. I didn't realize I had to sign in person at the San Anselmo Town Hall when I drop off the papers. Am not going to jump on a plane to make that happen.
I still will try to lay out my platform and maybe get a jump on the 2016 campaign if I so choose.
Every thought seems to be still... how do we emph emphhh grunt push.. ! Get ourselves in top shape, like aligned, like on a mission to bring about an Independent Earth People revolution of real sustainability. Not just Greenwash. Not blame and fingerpointing. Well stop grunting, fretting and pushing, Guy. It won't work that way. Still we all do what we can and some of us who feel like we have some thing to give, to help get that old Crowbar in their to leverage a little motion, maybe just with the success of our own lives, trying to embody our own best wishes, who knows.
I swam out to this beautiful little Rock with my younger brother Roger out into Biscay Pond. This ancient glacier built lake on the Pemaquid Peninsula that encompasses some of Damariscotta and all of Bristol, Maine. It's a good swim, I never would have believed it a possible swim till Rog pushed me a few years back to prove my manly courage. Rog thought it might be a half mile out to the little mound of rocks that rise out of the lake. My own guess was more like a mile, though I was even willing to make it a mile and a quarter, figuring it just might be for all I know.. and Rog acknowledged it might make a better story. So we went out there on this beautiful but windy day waves steadily slapping us in the face as we.. dog-paddled, sidestroked, occasionally backstroked our way out there. We made it out there brothers, 63 year old and a 53 year old. Pondered things on the way, the little struggle, mortality, ... we stood up on the Rocks in the wind and the Sun and talked about things. Life, Nature, Earth... Rog has the ability to put words together nicely. The 'entitlement to destructiveness' I remember thinking of us humans. As I might look at all the lots for sale, and the fresh cut roads that were never there in my youth along the shores of Biscay.
Or anywhere or Jet Set lifestyles or whatever.. and the ease of which a steady wind can stir this big lake (5 miles long?) (called a pond perhaps in New England Humor) to raise up waves. On the way back the waves were with us and they were beautiful, the sunlight dancing off them as we patiently worked our way back. Glorious. The water was warm. The location incredible. Time is up. Got to get back to Round Pond. Get to have Mom's New England Clam Chowder tonight, Shana Murphy-Bonstin and her kids Stella and Phinneas are with us. Rog and me. Maybe we will visit the beautiful Pemaquid Point lighthouse ...
I had to get 20 nominating signatures before I left. That Sunday I got 19.. maybe that would get me through, the deadline was this Friday the Seventh.. managed to finally get to Oakland and get on the 1:30 AM bus to Reno and my journey was underway.. cut to the chase. I respectfully have withdrawn my name as a candidate for the San Anselmo Town Council, (due to a few rules that I wasn't aware of when my journey east began) make it impossible to be in two places at the same time, there might be a lesson for me there. I didn't realize I had to sign in person at the San Anselmo Town Hall when I drop off the papers. Am not going to jump on a plane to make that happen.
I still will try to lay out my platform and maybe get a jump on the 2016 campaign if I so choose.
Every thought seems to be still... how do we emph emphhh grunt push.. ! Get ourselves in top shape, like aligned, like on a mission to bring about an Independent Earth People revolution of real sustainability. Not just Greenwash. Not blame and fingerpointing. Well stop grunting, fretting and pushing, Guy. It won't work that way. Still we all do what we can and some of us who feel like we have some thing to give, to help get that old Crowbar in their to leverage a little motion, maybe just with the success of our own lives, trying to embody our own best wishes, who knows.
I swam out to this beautiful little Rock with my younger brother Roger out into Biscay Pond. This ancient glacier built lake on the Pemaquid Peninsula that encompasses some of Damariscotta and all of Bristol, Maine. It's a good swim, I never would have believed it a possible swim till Rog pushed me a few years back to prove my manly courage. Rog thought it might be a half mile out to the little mound of rocks that rise out of the lake. My own guess was more like a mile, though I was even willing to make it a mile and a quarter, figuring it just might be for all I know.. and Rog acknowledged it might make a better story. So we went out there on this beautiful but windy day waves steadily slapping us in the face as we.. dog-paddled, sidestroked, occasionally backstroked our way out there. We made it out there brothers, 63 year old and a 53 year old. Pondered things on the way, the little struggle, mortality, ... we stood up on the Rocks in the wind and the Sun and talked about things. Life, Nature, Earth... Rog has the ability to put words together nicely. The 'entitlement to destructiveness' I remember thinking of us humans. As I might look at all the lots for sale, and the fresh cut roads that were never there in my youth along the shores of Biscay.
Or anywhere or Jet Set lifestyles or whatever.. and the ease of which a steady wind can stir this big lake (5 miles long?) (called a pond perhaps in New England Humor) to raise up waves. On the way back the waves were with us and they were beautiful, the sunlight dancing off them as we patiently worked our way back. Glorious. The water was warm. The location incredible. Time is up. Got to get back to Round Pond. Get to have Mom's New England Clam Chowder tonight, Shana Murphy-Bonstin and her kids Stella and Phinneas are with us. Rog and me. Maybe we will visit the beautiful Pemaquid Point lighthouse ...
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