If you're reading this, chances are you're one of my closest friends and I care very much about you. With that said; I don't want to be bothered while I'm gone. I don't want to call or be called. I don't want to email or write or check in or just call to say "Hey". I want to go. I want set out and keep going and run & run & run til' I'm completely out of breath. You guys know me. You know I'll be back; and when I return there will be hugs and stories and lots of catching up to do. But until then, I'm just gone. For most purposes, we don't exist during this time. We're lost, we're alone, we're drifting, floating, meandering, trekking and in our own round about ways looking for something we've never known. If I'm diligent about it, this blog ought to reflect what it is we find and maybe, just maybe, what things we leave behind - out there in the whatever. I'm doing this for a lot of reasons: so many in fact that i'm taken back whenever someone asks me, "why are you gonna do THAT?"? All I can ever think to say is "Why wouldn't I?"
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Welcome To The Show!
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2 comments:
Hey Mr., if you find yourself in New York, you better hit me up!
I'm envious. I've always wanted to.
And I'm thrilled I got to spend some time with you along the way. Be safe.
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