thinking in stories and verse…

Namaste blog family

We have officially arrived at the final day of this particular US voyage. In a few hours I’ll be on an airplane zooming over the pacific to a far away island.

In the past twelve months I’ve somehow managed to spend a mere eight weeks in an office focussing on tasks that have nothing to do with who I am or what I believe I should be doing. It is quite possible I will have to paint myself pretend when I get back to Oz to hustle up some dough to fund the next trip back to NYC… we’ll see…

On the up side, I’m finding that the escape from false existence I’ve been attempting to hustle over the past thirteen months-ish has actually altered my thought processes.

I exclusively think in poetry and stories. Since I’ve been fortunate to have the distraction of attending situations I despise, my brain has taken new shape. A friend of mine in Manhattan even commented on it last week saying, ‘It’s funny, how you speak. You actually talk in poems.’

Stepping out of the city has had a wild effect on me over this brief four day stint in Arizona. Unlike my last trip back to Oz where I launched straight from one style of life to the next, I’ve put myself into this brief intermission period. Alone. In the middle of the desert. Listening to thoughts.

I feel more excited about my work than I have for a minute… once this incubation process is complete, I actually can’t wait to release what’s brewing in this wordly brain of mine… into a book.