Home, landings, day three and still going!

Yesterday, I was at the bar and tonight I am in my small basement room, and a little later tonight a plane lands in Africa so that early this morning the Sahara has already laid itself out beneath and nothing like it will be seen again. The Sahara is nothing to be messed with, it's a brown canvas that shuns other colors and swallows any new form which may paste itself upon the old master. It's also a pretty big sign that you are no longer in Kansas, so to speak... So when the sun rose a few hours ago in front of the plane, what was she thinking as that first African dawn crossed the line of horizon? Did her back still hurt and had she won enough travel Scrabble games up to that point to satisfy? These are my musings tonight.

Today my body and mind are in my home of San Francisco, and today was like a day where you felt the old world coast again, the wind seeking every crevice and flying over your balding head like you were walking on the old sand dunes of the Pacific Coast and the winds drew worn ships to its harbor, back when there was no city here and this peninsula filled itself with scattered and loose outposts of community. The cold wind here is relentless and timeless, subtle sometimes but ever-present, as if you can still smell what it meant to be here at its genesis. I appreciate the history of my home in this city, and these are the last few months when I will be experiencing this so tonight I am indulging myself.

Today was for writing while thinking about Africa, Germany, and Washington state, places I have been and am returning to soon enough. And I think we all must come home in order to say something to that home in writing or action or thought, to recognize the place and situation which created and molded you and to sit awhile and reflect with it, to whatever end. I have always known that my SF home was a place to come back to but not to stay in, that this will be my home and always will be and I'm glad. Now, I am eager to get on with it once again because I feel I am called to be somewhere else. Dealing with the origins of your life allows you to follow more freely the movements of your life beyond.

Tonight I have Belle the mandolin tuned up and I will fiddle on it while I know the plane is landing in Nairobi. Every 9:30am is the beginning of my day from now on.

"Everyone deserves music, sweet music." - Michael Franti