knack magazine / issue f ive
Outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Each day, another journey. Headed west, going north, There are a lot of people on this road. From the beginning of the day until now, It seems that a journey has been taken. If anywhere, in my heart, in my mind, on the road. I’ve been here waiting… and I would have never thought all this beauty could be waiting inside of me. How could you know?
Driving through Utah and into Idaho. It is mid afternoon, already a good ways through the drive, with many hours to go. Pieces of me were falling away that day. It was as if I was seeing myself for the first time, naked and finally understanding what I looked like and what I was seeing in front of me. Finally being at peace with my mind. Finding power in that letting go. Freedom was in letting go. She is sighing…she says, “What is there…to say. Okay, let’s begin at the beginning. Let’s start with the idea that my own thoughts, my own joy, is here to fill me up. I am chasing the sunset to another place. Should be home by the time I find where I’m supposed to be and I’ve been wearing my sunshine.
Fresh out of the car in Seattle. Had just arrived at a friend’s apartment, and I was bursting with songs and ideas. The sojourn to Seattle felt like success. I had finally arrived and felt as if things were beginning. There was a sense of anticipation about being in Seattle that I was ready to put into action—finally able to explore the energy that was 57