PNW

You were good to me. You were green and lush. I was a lush too. Filled with friends, laughter, food and beer and more beer and a couple cocktails, a giant wooden beaver, foam owls, insanely cute little bohemian hipsterettes, lovely triathletes, ivy league beauties, and a few interesting gypsies, travelers and story tellers.

The landscape is certainly a change of pace from what I'm used to. The asphalt constantly wet from drizzle, covered in beautifully decaying leaves of all colors. From the vibrant reds to the mellow yellows and the dead or dying browns, it was all in a mesmerizing state of transition. A perfect time for me to be here. And to the friends i was here to visit, it seemed the perfect place for them too. Not quite in a state of limbo but certainly in a state of discovery, as one phase of their lives ended, another has begun. Whether or not they want to admit it, they're changing. Good or bad, it doesn't matter, they're growing and I'm ecstatic to be able to see them while they're undergoing it.

There isn't anything spectacular or unique or unheard of with what they're doing but it's still worth commending. Whatever it is they seek, whether it be love, companionship, career advancement, meaning to their existence or maybe just a good time, i hope they find it.

The transitional phase many of us go through could certainly benefit from a change of venue. That's probably the most valuable things i've taking away from this trip. A change in scene can most certainly help you ease into a change of mind.

The spirit has no choice but to follow the body.

illogical love

Love is not a business. It's not a handshake, its not a deal or a bargain or a place for negotiation and bartering. It may start out with X's and O's and lists of likes, dislikes commonalities but when the spark hits, it's all off. When you're swept off your feet, smitten, befuddled and confused by love, thats when logic goes out the window and your head is overpowered by your heart. You long to give chase, pursue and give all of yourself to her. Love is the most illogical thing in the world.

It's a scary feeling. It's exhilarating too. Something amazing changes in your very being. Maybe even on a cellular level. Scientists will says its all about dopamine and all that kind of chemical mumbo jumbo, but it must be more. Because when it's Love, the stars feel aligned and they twinkle more than you've ever noticed. Each ray of sunshine that splashes across your face as you drive 4 hours for a glimpse at her radiant face recharges your batteries like a solar flare. The Moon hangs higher, larger and glows brighter in the night sky. Food tastes better. The cold doesn't bite at your ears or your nose. The world is huge, possibilities endless and troubles trivial.

Love is the most illogical thing in the world and it's the most amazing opportunity for us to make complete fools of ourselves for the biggest prize in life. And failure isn't fatal. Love is not exclusive and can be shared and given and if it's right, can last beyond a lifetime.

Forget your logic and just chase. If it's right, she'll be chasing right back.

Sleepless in Seattle - 11.24.11

I write this knowing you'll probably never read it. On this day of giving thanks, I don't quite know how to feel about what we had. I am here Seattle and its been a while since i've thought about you this much. I'm lying awake, 2:30 in the morning and staring at the space needle, and a thousands things are rushing through my brain. How i've missed your touch. your cheeky, ridiculous smile, your nappy hair, long slender fingers. your alabaster skin. your eyes. god, those eyes. bewitching me with their ever changing states. nothing spoke truer to your fickle heart than those eyes. warm and brown with love and compassion. green and full of life and vigor. Icy gray and sharp. I love and hate everything about what happened to us.

thank you for everything.