Pitter Patter

Just like that, I’ve finished my first book. Well, the living part of it anyway. Now I have to sit down and put it in writing. The last four months have been stunning. Life, for the first time in my short time here, feels very good. This is not to say I have not lived a beautiful adventure prior to this. I don’t wish to imply that my whole life has not also been filled with ups, downs, hums, uhhs, and ouches. I have traveled, grown, decayed, aged, learned, and shed many a skin. But now, sitting on a bench in Boston with a flight to San Francisco in a few hours, I feel real.

To begin, I’m utterly grateful and brilliantly at peace. I share meals with beautiful people. I spend a lot of time outside. I exercise, breathe, slow on the ups and accelerate through the downs. The bicycle has taught me a lot. Most of the all, the places I’ve seen and the people I’ve grown to know live freely in my heart. Life is madness and magic and each of us a part of it all.

I have a lot to say. But not right now and not like this. I’ll be hibernating for a while. Living proper. Riding the bike from farm to garden to water’s edge. Life won’t be changing. Everyday to the fullest. On second thought, some life will be changing. My change rate will diminish and as I wake in the same place day after day, routine may have a chance.

Each morning, with a pen and flurry of pages, tacks on maps and post-its galore, I will whirl around my room trying to paddle this craft down the drowning from my rivermouth of words. I’ll work and write and count my pennies. As I make progress, I’ll keep you up to date as best I can. Thank you for reading. May more words come soon.