Southwest.

I am alone. I am never alone. Everything is here; space, enlightenment, trust, knowledge; souls of those who had no choice. Who’s horses lay sleeping here, I honour your ways. The soul of the southwest, New Mexico adorned in opal. 

Three guns and a tennis racket

TWILIGHT IN TEXAS. A shop full of plants. Almost lost. Feathers dangling from the ears of a child. We’re alive with this moment, bad ass and keen. 

And this is where we landed…Neches Ranch, thankyou for everything! 

 

By the pool:

Salty tears around a salty pool. Tuning baby guitars waiting on royal thunder. Fishing today, army rolls last night; my favourite seasons huntin season…actually my favourite season is a pleasant mix of winter, spring, summer and ‘fall’ with all the fruits and vegetables eden provides. Texas and Tillikum playing on my thoughts. Creative essentials clouding the sky. Another night at the ranch, elk, bison and deer watching over us and the Cavenders who have treated us to off the hook southern hospitality.

The White Horse

Stars in our sight, hearts in this heart. There is not as much vulnerability in my ways here. The pool is tempting. Yoga is calling. Hungover. Comfortable. White trash proudly giving us directions, no racists here fool. 

Austin.

Austin, Texas. A complete contrast to our first sights of Texan life, power plants which resembled some disturbing future wasteland. Here we have swum with turtles, reprimanded squirrels and let the sights and sounds of nature slow the beating of our hearts. Downtown has an atmosphere that matches the warmth of the day. The people live up to the bar that Boonies have set so highly for us. Its so nice to be constantly stoked with everyone we meet, this country is delivering! 

 

New Orleans

–Menu-

Mulberry Cobler; mulberries from across the street. Can be accompanied with dumpstered ice creams.

Mushroon risotto.

Peppers stuffed with grits, shallots and chickpeas.

Arancini balls made from left over risotto.

Stewed apples from the dumpster with ginger, mmm.

Global tea, chilled.

 

Treme district (downtown downtown). 

Staying with a friend Kimmchi and her love Simon in funky N’Orlans. It has been awesome. We have chilled, cooked, chatted, yogied and drank tea. I feel comfortable here, grateful to have had a wander around the streets and a taste of what its like to live in this unassuming city. 

Lost on a late moon in the middle of the neighbourhood. This place has feeling; real life raw and roudy. Banging brass bands and graffitied love over the back fence. I’d stay a while for something new in another life. For now I’ll sit by this little window in the wall and watch the afternoon settle in. 

 

 

Our Lungs.

 

The tall Pines & Oaks are my guardians now.

Standing gracefully tall with the presence  of an old wise mother.

Nurturing me in ways that can only be felt.

Willing to listen patiently to my thoughts, worries and fears.

To then deliver the most valuable wisdom of all in such a humble manner:

Wash away fear with rain.

Let the storms turn anxiety into passion and fire from within.

Embrace the wind as it releases the troubled thoughts from your mind.

Come back here now.

Let go.

Feel.

Be.

– bonniloo

Mists of Babylon.

I see faces in the trees, I hear wonder in my heart. Where were the deers this misty morning, where will my mind wander to? Jam jars full of fireflies and a tent full of beauty.

Bring me the horizon. 

Moonshine. Mothers day. Buick-96. Nashville.

 Morning mum. I love you and hope you can see me being a well behaved little angel (as always) down here on earth.   

After a semester here in the Appalachians’ its actually going to be sad to say goodbye. Who would want to leave Jinxy Roo and Lina, two southern belles who have taken us under their wings and taught us about the laws of this land. How lucky we are to be able to think we will be missed, and even luckier to know that we get to come back to smiling faces and cappuccino stout. 

Boone now in the rearview mirror. Nashville suns and fireflies, hell yes. We have tasted a yearning for new boots, had all night dates with the moon and listened to some country tunes. The Buick has an attention problem and woke everyone up at 6am to her horn going off just because its tuesday and she is ready for the road. Next stop is somewhere on the M i s s i s s i p p i river. 

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