A few years ago at two in the morning I was walking along the shoulder of the New Jersey Turnpike with my saxophone on my back, wheeling along two bags on wheels. I told myself, this will make a good story. And it does.
Here is a different story.
August 9-08 1:00 AM
Or was a different story.
I took it down tonight. I am going to keep moving in a direction in which I can best serve. And maybe that's what I have to learn here.
Every word out of our mouths is living material for building. I'd rather build something beautiful and useful. I don't want to stay turning around in anger. Behind anger is grief. I am grieving. And I will let it be what it is....There is always change. I don't understand the why of this one. There is mystery.
It is raining in Honolulu. I will be rain.