A Gander; not that town in Newfoundland.

So originally I wrote this intense, profound evaluation of forgiveness in action in our lives and everything, but I think I'll use that for a later post. I'm in California for one more day, and now I'm ready to come home. This trip has been tough. Lots of thinking and writing which has led to a lot of consciousness in my life. I suppose it's now time to continue on home, take care of stuff before I start school, and get out of this deep-thinking slump and embrace my friends and community. Well for now I have a song for you all (imagine a folkish timbre with lots of falsetto and vibrato) :

In the summertime the smoke's filling life into our lungs.

It's hard to explain but the ocean's watching us as we decay

Throughout the night, we're trying real hard to fight

tougher than ever, you're the source of our frustration 

and the life behind our little minds

as the fog roles in, the mountain tops are stroking our thighs,

warming our thoughts cuz it's too cold for anything else.

what happened to the movements that created old history's time

It's alright, we're just goin' lay here anyways. Good morning

p.s. today I started the pre-cleanse. Not too intense, but it's going to be a long journey. I hope this is freakin' worth it.