intersections and infusions

alright, alright, alright. i'm in trouble. i have become slack. there is no one to apologize to, and none will be enough to satisfy the guilt in my head. this digital journal is as much a taskmaster as it is a welcome reprieve. (i think that 'reprieve' might be one of my favorite words. that and 'ache'. but i digress...)

here i am, though.

funny thing, i've been in Novato for weeks and have not penned a single word. have taken yesterday, today and tomorrow off to drive down to SB for my own version of a weekend. inevitably, something about movement, for me, stirs those creative juices and calls me to write. something about getting outside of my norm. the final ingredient. the necessary catalyst.

truthfully, i know not who follows me or cares to read this. i write blindly into the abyss of ones and zeros. for myself. to keep a record of where i've been. for a wonderful peace of mind that can only come from written accomplishment.

but it was jonathan hicks, old friend, who tongue-in-cheek, indited me for losing my resolve.

so here i am. resolved. resolving. chalk full of resolve. that is until i lose my way again. bear with me, my friends. i am but a wayward, distracted storyteller. shiny objects and a certain beautiful woman are my obvious weaknesses.

i'm down in SB for Mr Casey Caldwell's bachelor party. festivities and general, albeit mild, revelry will ensue following the completion of this post. (a raise of hands for those that thought that was unnecessarily wordy...)

for those of you that haven't heard, my beautiful and talented girlfriend has conquered the beast we came to know as Architecture School. diploma in hand, adorned in stoles and cords, she walked out of that strange life, and into the wide world that i have become so optimistic about.

eminently, she joins me and my conflicted thoughts about California, in this ever-beloved state that i have grown up in. leaving worry (and mississippi) behind, we will finally be together in this long awaited summer. road trips to Montana and Hopi-land, AZ. family camping. stolen afternoons. quiet nights. lazy saturday mornings with the fam. but above all else, the incredibly appealing, desperately normal, day to day that has been absent. the final two week (or so) countdown is here.

there is definitely the feeling of convergence. intersections of life. some are exciting, some daunting. much is happening. the world feels slightly technicolor alive. some mysterious infusion of energy. there is a buzz, a hum. you just need to roll the window down and listen...