So. My last about me was kinda grim, and I'm feeling less grim, right now, so for those of you who read the last one and went "dude, what's up with THAT dude?", here's something a little more...well, me.
I love Music. I love the outdoors, the unknown, the mystery. I'm in awe of this huge accident, the inevitability that created the universe that surrounds us, that actually created us...remembering to pay attention to the amazingness that is always surging and flowing through this world is what keeps me humble, and rested in the realization that it is all one big one.
I feel most peaceful and at home on the shores of the sonoma coast. I feel most afraid and lost in the water...a dichotomy that keeps my feet buried securely in the sand, and my eyes gazing forward, past the horizon. My goal is to one day feel at home in the water, like my favorite co-watersign...but until then I'll just play in the surf and save my courage for other things...like: Climbing up high on rocks, barrelling down mountainsides on my bike, and getting up on stage and giving my art, whole-heartedly to those who wish to take it in, and even those who don't (which is the REAL scary part).
I am still searching for my realization, for the ability to express my self to the heights I feel my insides trying to reach to. I am beginning to understand that this may take a little more effort than I have grown accustomed to putting out (chuckle). So It is time for change. Which is hard (duh). So word. That is my story at this point.
I'd also like to add that I'm quite a handful in the bedroom, and you really shouldn't move my drumstool if you ever have the chance to sit behind my kit...unless you're Carter Beauford, Matt Cameron, or Ringo. Word.
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