Houston

What a cool town. Water is important, it seems. Few minutes to the gulf...few minutes from "InsertNameHere" Bay...maybe it's too warm there in the dead of summer. Maybe never seeing snow would become wearisome. Maybe I'll never know the answer to these questions, but I'll tell you this much--this weekend, it was perfect. The perfect place, the perfect release, the perfect place to unwind. I believe there are several "perfect"-places. But I also believe there's a fourth dimension of perfection that can exist anywhere--but what actually happens is that all the stars align and every proton of your being is balanced with what you need--and you come away deeply satisfied. That's what Houston was to me. Perfection in a city that I had missed. I also met some really interesting dudes. I've been on such a roller-coaster lately that I'm not sure which way is the sky and which is the ground, but suffice it to say that my path...my course....my...trail...has been jarred from its original path. How do I know this, I hear you ask...oh, I hear you. And I understand your question. I felt the path move. I felt my entire life squeak as it shifted slightly. Sometimes, life does that to us.

Sometimes we don't live life....life lives US.