The Mystery

This last week has been a little strange for me, perhaps because I'm not touring, which always keeps me sane, perhaps because I'm truly alone, but mostly not lonely, perhaps because this is what happens when the course of one's life has altered so dramatically.

Whatever it is, I feel as though I'm being born backwards, that everything is upside down...forever changed. I have no map but instinct and the centering, precious work I've known for so long...the constant in my changing horizon. I am dwelling in Honesty these days and nights, and sometimes it is brutal, sometimes just refreshing.