Thursday, June 12, 2014

Strawberry Moon

Finally, I got out of the house, out of my skin, out of my head, out on the road. I repaired my old and ailing bike with some new tires and adjustments and went for a familiar ride to the top of the Gundlach Bundschu winery. I pumped and pumped and panted and struggled, but I made it. 

I want to win my heart back. I want to feel it alive and beating in my chest, to remind myself that nothing is half over, but that life is only more complete. I wish to re-ignite the spark of it.

I have begun reading a collection of short stories by Sam Shepard. It will be time to travel again soon.

This time I'm going to get it right.

The full Strawberry Moon rises tonight. 

I will be waiting.