Yesterday I shot another great interview here in Moab which fills me up to a large extent and quells any feeling of purposelessness, which is always good. Then after some sewing (mis)-adventures with the crew at the Moab Youth Garden they invited me over for dinner and birthday celebrations for Katie.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!!!!

Anyway... today... there's no doubt that I'm a lightweight... I had three beers and a glass of wine last night.. and today my head is pounding like Thumper's hindquarters! Hunh wha? You know Thumper, Bambi...ughh... brain not is function...

Only solution, COFFEE!

So I head to my usual spot inside Red Rock Bakery to refuel, check some email, and drop these lines. Bob the owner of Fresh Moab Coffee (which seems to be the Moab coffee supply mainline) was kind enough to throw me one of his t-shirt's after my inquiry, since they're adorned with a dragon. Free t-shirts work well for a poor guy who lives in a van! I'm very grateful and figured the least I could do was throw out an acknowledgment of that gratitude. On the hard days like today, coffee is inspiration in a cup for me. I can be lost, dazed, confused, depressed, but after a cup of jo I'll be recharged, refreshed, refocused, infused and inspired.

So things are falling into place here. I'm wary of finding too much comfort and hence complacency since I know many places can quickly become home, and the more I feel at home in places along the way... the longer it will take to get home... although I'm not what that even means anymore.

With every place there are cracks that lead us beneath the facade, and until we find those cracks I think we're just simple transients. But in finding the cracks in a place, we change the place and I think we change ourselves. I think so many travelers can say they've been places, but never really know a place. I think to know a place it takes time and patience. I think we have to sit in a place and give it time to open up to us and I think places like people are shy. We also bring our own inhibitions to the table and I think we are often afraid of those attachments that make a place special, but it's those attachments, that while we can never fully hold onto them, fill us up, provide depth in our lives, and make life beautiful and worth living.

ughh, I tried to express myself through the mental fog ;-)
Thanks for the inspiration in a cup Bob!

peace,
d