I started this blog nearly two years ago, when I first packed up my suitcase(s) and moved from Atlanta to New York.  After approximately two weeks of careful attention, it was unceremoniously forgotten, and left for dead.  I had spent the better part of the previous two years touring, busking, and generally carousing about various cities and countries.  I decided that maintaining such a page would be a good way of documenting my attempt at planting roots, and a means of keeping the people I loved in the loop on my new life.  It was a nice idea.  Clearly, it did not stick.

  Despite my deep and earnest desire to have a real “home,” I’ve simply never been able to shake the urge to wander.  For better or worse, my soul is that of a vagabond (and no, that was not intended to be a shameless plug, but while we’re on the topic- go buy my record) and there just ain’t no getting around it.  I’ve discovered this impulse is particularly strong during times of emotional duress.  I have slipped quite happily (though unexpectedly) into a life in Brooklyn.  I see myself there for many moons to come.  But, I have also found myself in the throws of an existential crisis.  

And I have decided that the only cure is to get in my car and drive across the country.

So, that’s what I’m doing.  In about 7 hours, I will set out by my lonesome (save a guitar and the suitcase, of course) heading due west.  I figured now was as good a time as ever to revive this thing.  Even if only for two weeks.

I leave you now as I pursue the restless sleep of a child eagerly awaiting Christmas morning.  But allow me to offer two things first.

1)  The passage below was sent to me this afternoon by a cherished friend.  I can think of no more appropriate beginning to this adventure.

2) I promise that you will never have to read this much text on this page ever again.  Ever.

“And his soul cried out to them, and he said:

Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,

How often have you sailed in my dreams. 
And now you come in my awakening, which 
is my deeper dream.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with 
sails full set awaits the wind.

Only another breath will I breathe in
this still air, only another loving look cast 
backward,

And then I shall stand among you, a
seafarer among seafarers.

And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who are alone are peace and freedom to the 
river and the stream,

Only another winding will this stream
make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless
drop to a boundless ocean.”